The facade of respectability often crumbles with remarkable swiftness once its protective armor has been pierced.
The relatively minor investigation into the conduct of one police officer results in the discovery of massive corruption within the force. A routine check by the government of a corporation's finances turns up damning evidence of widespread tax evasion, graft, kickbacks, bribes and payoffs. Insignificant-looking cysts reveal malignant tumors.
And what of the facade of righteousness and puritan morality in the tree-shaded, picket-fenced suburbs of middle-class America?
What really goes on behind those freshly painted doors? Is depravity the exclusive right of the ghetto-dweller, as many of the more fortunate among us might think?
WATCHING THE NEIGHBORS is the shocking story of one pleasant suburb, and some of the taboo practices a number of its inhabitants indulge in--as seen through the eyes of three young teenage boys. A novel that reveals many truths about so-called "normal" people. Food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Rusty Morgan, fourteen, was studying his reflection in the window of the corner drugstore. He flexed his biceps, cocked his head, pulled in his already flat stomach. No go-he still didn't look like Paul Newman. Rusty admitted to himself that he had a little growing to do before he had a chance of seducing any girls.
He was five feet eight already, but slender, with brown hair and eyes, a good tan, and a ready flashing smile that had won him many friends. He just didn't look grown-up, that was the problem. He still looked like a kid. But he didn't feel like a kid. He felt horny. All the time lately he felt horny.
Rusty sighed and hurried on down the street to meet his two best buddies, Sam and Billy. They had a secret hideout in an abandoned store near the edge of their small home town. It was the beginning of summer vacation, and the three boys were getting together to make plans for some adventures.
Rusty wished that somehow those adventures could include girls. Girls-that was all he thought of lately. Especially tits... His mind was a whirling jumble of wobbling tits, and his ever-horny cock just wouldn't stay down when he caught sight of a really foxy chick. Damn it all, he was tired of being a virgin.
He crept through the tall grass of a vacant lot to reach the hideout. Sam and Billy were already there, trying to smoke a cigarette that Sam had filched from his father. They were coughing with each puff.
"Hiya, Rusty," said Sam, "what's up?"
That was an in joke, but Rusty didn't laugh. With him and his buddies, one thing was always up, it seemed. They kept getting unwanted cockstands in class, at home in front of their parents, even at Sunday school. Sam and Billy, like their friend Rusty, seemed doomed to endless horny longing.
"You guys had any ideas yet?" said Rusty, sitting down beside them on the dusty floor.
"Well, not really," said Sam. "Nothing new."
Sam was also fourteen and skinny, but he had flaming red hair and freckles. Billy was thirteen, the smallest of the three boys, and had a thick shock of light-blond hair that practically covered his blue eyes. He reminded Rusty of a friendly sheepdog.
"We could go fishing," Billy said, "or swimming, or we could hike in the woods, camp out. There's the movies, and we've got our bicycles and skateboards. Hell, there's lotsa stuff to do."
Sam and Rusty regarded him as if he were crazy. "Man," Sam said gloomily, "you're not getting to the heart of the problem here. All that is kid stuff."
"Yeah," Rusty sighed, "what we really want is to get laid."
Billy looked blank. "I don't know how to do that," he said.
"That's just the point," said Rusty. "None of us do. So let's start thinking. This summer we gotta get us some pussy."
Rusty used the word "pussy" aggressively, even though none of them were quite sure what it meant. They'd all had the sex education course in junior high, but it hadn't taught them anything except the bare mechanics of sex. From older boys they'd learned the popular vocabulary of sex but nothing else. Nobody could tell them how to attract girls.
"It's no use asking them out," said Sam. "All the foxy ones think we're too young. And besides, we don't have any money."
"We could just grab somebody," said Billy.
"Naw, that's rape," said Rusty, "and it's not right. I guess we could ask younger girls. I know some that would go with us. But shit, they don't even have tits yet."
"Tits," Sam moaned. "Just thinking about it is giving me a hard-on."
"Me, too," Billy said mournfully. "Let's jack off," said Rusty. "At least we can do that."
The boys unzipped their jeans, took out their growing cocks, and began to fist themselves with some boredom. Even jacking off was getting to be a drag. They sneaked glances at each other, comparing measurements. Rusty saw with some pride that his seven-incher was still the biggest--and it was growing all the time.
Sam's pale thin prick was maybe six inches long, and Bitty, the youngest, sported a stubby dick of perhaps five inches. Rusty thought his gang was pretty well hung, if only they could get some girls to appreciate that fact. It seemed so damned unfair-three stiff cocks, willing and eager, but no takers.
In silent agreement the three teenagers pointed their hard and dripping cocks toward their favorite target, an old Playboy calendar on the wall of the abandoned store. The photo was of Miss August, a tall blonde with jugs like swollen watermelons and an inviting smile. They pumped their stiff straining cocks faster and faster, fantasizing about the blonde.
"Loser buys Cokes for everybody," Rusty gasped, shooting his load. It was a particularly good shot, all the way across the room, hitting Miss August right in her cleavage.
"You're on," Sam moaned. His thick milky-white jism shot across the room but fell just short of the calendar.
"Here goes," Billy whined, his stubby little prick exploding white cream. It fell about a foot short of Sam's mark. "Aw, shit," said Billy, "why always me?"
The boys left their hideout and crossed the street to Jake's Garage where Billy bought three cans of Coke from the machine. They strolled back to their neighborhood, drinking pop and talking wistfully about girls. It was dark by the time they reached the block they lived on.
"Let's go down the alley," said Rusty. Sometimes there was useful junk in the garbage cans.
They entered the alley, strolled about thirty feet, and stopped still. They all saw it at the same time. There was a lighted bedroom window, uncurtained, and a woman taking her clothes off.
"Oh, wow!" said Billy, dropping his Coke.
"Oh, Jesus," said Sam, "what luck!"
"Well, let's not just stand here," said Rusty. "Let's sneak up and get a better look."
The three boys soundlessly vaulted a low fence and crept into the bushes in back of the house. They were able to conceal themselves about three feet from the window. They felt like they could almost reach out and touch the woman, they were so close. The woman was tall, blonde, and incredibly stacked.
They knew her well. Her name was Rita Davis, she was around forty and divorced, and she worked as a waitress in a local hamburger joint. The boys had often gawked hungrily at her big swinging breasts when she served them. They'd even jacked off thinking about her. And now they could actually watch her undressing ...
"Oh, man," Billy panted.
"Ssshhh," said Rusty. "Don't blow it for us, for chrissake."
Rita's window was partially open, and they could hear a radio playing soft dance music and Rita humming along with it. She stood facing them, slowly unbuttoning her waitress' uniform. Her big lush body swayed to the music, her enormous cushiony breasts gently wobbling.
Rita had a dreamy faraway look on her face as she slowly unbuttoned the dress right down to the hem, like she was dancing with an unseen partner. Her platinum hair swung around her shoulders, and her full red mouth softly formed the words of the song. She let the dress fall from her shoulders and slip to the floor.
She was wearing a clinging black lace slip, and her huge creamy boobs seemed ready to burst right out of the flimsy garment, their cleavage deep and ripe and shadowy. She hoisted one high-heeled foot onto a chair and began to remove her stockings.
"Ah, Christ," Sam moaned.
He and Rusty and Billy all moaned, in fact, as they felt their insatiable young cocks going hard in their jeans, straining against the tight confinement. This scene was not to be believed. They'd talked about Rita Davis many times, especially about her huge plump breasts, and they estimated she had the biggest jugs in town. But they'd never dreamed of a chance like this, a chance to see what Rita REALLY looked like ...
"Betcha she pulls the shade or turns the light off," Billy said gloomily.
"Bite your tongue," said Rusty. "And for chrissake keep quiet."
Rita slowly and dreamily removed her pantyhose, giving the horny boys a long look at her beautifully shaped creamy-skinned legs. They could see way up her thigh, almost to her panties. After taking off her shoes and stockings, she stood up again, swaying to the soft music, and began to inch down the thin straps of her slip.
"Too fuckin' much," Sam said in a homy croak. "Do you think we'll get to see her tits?"
"Not if we don't shut up," Rusty said desperately. He was sweating blood, praying Rita wouldn't turn off the light or think to pull the curtain. This was one chance in a million for a lusty adolescent boy.
The slip was down over her shoulders now, slowly descending, revealing a black lace bra. The boys watched breathlessly as Rita, still swaying to the music, let the filmy black slip slither down over her hips and waft to the floor. She stepped out of it, still dancing, clad only in the bra and a pair of black lace bikini panties.
"I'm gonna come," Billy said wonderingly. "I'm gonna come just looking at her."
His friends didn't reply. They were straining forward in their hiding place, gawking at the tall richly endowed blonde waitress as she continued her solitary sensuous dance. Her skimpy bra seemed about to burst with the enormous load of her swollen breasts. She whirled around to the music, and they saw the big firm rounds of her ass ballooning in her tight little panties.
She reached around and unhooked the bra.
"Now Pm gonna come," Sam moaned.
Rita unhooked the little black lace bra and tossed it away, but she remained, maddeningly, with her back turned to the boys, swaying to the music. Her ripe round butt jiggled in the tight panties, her hips undulated, but her big breasts remained hidden.
Very slowly Rita turned in her dance, while the breathless boys strained for a look at her fabled jugs. They saw the moon-like side of her breast, then a big rose-colored nipple, and finally their prayers were answered. They had a full frontal view of Rita Davis' enormous tits.
"Holy shit!" Rusty gasped.
He'd gawked at her tits often enough, but he'd never expected anything like this. Her breasts were even larger than he'd dreamed. Each mammoth tit was as big as his head, and they covered her whole chest. Shaped just like big watermelons, they hung heavy and ripe, capped with large dull-red nipples.
"Aw, Christ," Sam moaned, "will you look at them knockers? Man, I think we died and went to heaven."
"Sure would like to touch 'em," Billy said wistfully.
"You're not even gonna SEE 'em much longer if you don't keep quiet," Rusty whispered urgently. "She could hear us .. ."
The boys were quiet then except for their loud heavy breathing. They watched blissfully, wonderingly, as Rita swayed before them, her huge heavy milky-white breasts wobbling and swinging. Rusty had never seen tits like that even in Playboy. They were simple incredible. Like Billy, he longed to touch them. He'd never touched a girl's breasts before, never even seen a real live pair. Hell, he'd never even kissed a chick, and neither had his buddies. Rita seemed as remote as a dream, yet maddeningly close.
Her heavily lashed eyes half-closed, Rita smiled and slipped her hands under her heavy swinging tits and hoisted them a little, then let them drop heavily down. They bounced and wobbled lewdly, and she grinned. She cupped them again, squeezing softly, and let them drop. She seemed to get turned on doing this.
"I'm gonna shoot," Sam moaned. "I can't stand it."
Rusty felt like he, too, would shoot his load if he even sneezed. His young cock was straining in his tight jeans, swollen and aching, and his hairless balls were filled almost to bursting. It was agony watching Rita play with her own tits and grinning, knowing he couldn't touch her--and yet he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Then Rita hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her tiny black lace panties and began to draw the garment down.
"Oh, Christ!" Billy gasped.
The boys strained forward again, butting shoulders, almost knocking each other over as they fought for the best possible view of Rita taking off her panties. She did it with maddening slowness, almost as if she were teasing an invisible audience. The boys hardly breathed as they watched the skimpy panties slowly moving down over her creamy belly.
"Take 'em off, goddammit, take 'em off," Sam chanted.
"I can't believe it," said Billy. "We're actually gonna see a real live pussy."
"Not if you guys don't keep quiet," Rusty moaned. "Don't spoil it now, for chrissake." His buddies dutifully lapsed into silence, but Rusty was afraid Rita could hear their heavy breathing.
She had her panties about halfway down now, and they saw the first little pubic curls springing into view. They stopped breathing. It was the first time any of them had seen a woman undressed, their very first glimpse of a real live pussy. More of the bright little curls appeared, a glossy brown, very different from the platinum of Rita's head.
Undulating to the music, she thrust her hips forward and dipped the panties down over her muff. The whole thick triangle popped into view, a wide lush jungle of brown curls. To the boys' inexperienced eyes, it looked enormous, covering half her belly.
"Jesus," said Sam, "it's huge. Is that a pussy?"
"Must be," said Rusty, "but I think there's more to it. If we could only see between her legs."
"It's weird," said Billy. "Girls sure look funny."
"Yeah, well, it's time you knew, kid," Rusty said dryly. "Girls are different from boys."
"Aw, fuck you," said Billy.
"Hey, shut up, you guys," said Sam. "Look what she's doing now."
They looked and saw Rita shaking her whole lush, body to the music, making her panties slither down her long shapely legs to settle around her ankles. Her enormous tits jiggled crazily. She lifted one foot out of her panties, and with the other she kicked the little garment across the room.
As she lifted her leg to kick, the boys caught a tantalizingly brief glimpse of her slit, a bright-red gash between the thick brown curls of her snatch.
The flesh of her pussy seemed scarlet, gleaming, wet, but they didn't see it long enough to make out any features.
"I think I came," said Billy.
"Oh, man, if she'd only kept her leg up," said Sam. "We hardly got to see anything."
Completely naked now, Rita danced slowly over to her bed, her mountainous white breasts swaying heavily from side to side. She reached the bed and fell backward on it, her gigantic milky-white tits hitting her chest with a loud smack. She lay spread-eagled on the bed, her legs slightly apart, her eyes closed. She still hummed softly to the music.
Slowly she drew up her legs, bending her knees, opening her creamy-white thighs, till the boys could again see the wet scarlet gash of her cunt. Only now they could see a lot more of it...
"Hey, listen," said Sam, "she's got her eyes closed. We could risk getting closer. We just gotta see this."
Rusty agreed. It was a risk, but if they went right up to the window, they'd have an excellent view of her pussy. He nodded, and the three boys rushed for the window, pressing their noses against it. Their luck held. Rita kept her eyes closed, and they could see her pussy very plainly.
"Jesus, it's weird," said Billy.
"So that's a pussy," said Sam.
"Shut up," said Rusty.
They all gawked. They had an excellent view of her lewdly exposed crotch. Her small light-brown asshole was just like theirs, but beyond that it was new and strange territory. They saw red fleshy lips, wet and shiny, around a shadowy little hole.
Farther up was a bright little nub of flesh.
"Where's her cunt?" Sam said.
"I think it's that hole right in the middle," said Rusty, "but I'm not sure. I-hey, what's she doing?"
No one had the answer to that. The boys gawked as Rita slowly brought her hand down to her crotch. Her eyes were still closed, and she was smiling blissfully. She touched the brown puff of her snatch and located the tiny red dot of flesh between the curly lips. She began to rub the little button with the tip of her index finger.
"Ummmmmm," she sighed.
The boys heard her plainly. It was an unmistakable sound of sensual pleasure. Rita's fingertip rubbed swiftly back and forth on the strange little lump of flesh, and her smile broadened and her sighs grew longer and louder. Juice began to drip from the little hole at the center of her crotch.
"Alihhhhh," she moaned.
"What the hell is she doing?" said Sam.
"I think she's jacking off," said Rusty.
"That's crazy," said Billy. "How can a girl jack off if she's got no cock?"
"Girls can come, too," said Rusty. "She must get off on that little red thing, whatever it is."
Rusty's idea seemed to be correct, for the longer Rita rubbed her funny little button, the more excited she got. Her grin broadened till her white teeth flashed, and more and more thick cream leaked from her cunt. The flesh of her slit seemed to puff up and get very wet. Her hips began to pump and undulate as she frigged herself, and her voice got husky and low.
"Ahhhh," she murmured, "ahhhh, God, yessss..."
Her finger was fairly zipping back and forth now over her plump red button, and juice was leaking like a river from her gasping cunt mouth. As she got aroused, her already mammoth tits swelled up even bigger and fuller, the rosy nipples hardening into pointed cones. Her busy finger began to shine with juice.
"You're right," said Sam, "she's gotta be jacking off, or whatever girls call it." He sighed deeply. "Oh, baby, I'd like to do that for you," he moaned.
"Forget it," said Rusty wistfully. "We're just kids to her."
"It'd be far out to ball her, though," Billy snickered.
"Yeah, Christ, imagine getting your cock into that," said Sam.
Rusty snorted. "Yeah, we could do it--in about a thousand years," he said.
Suddenly, to their surprise and keen disappointment, Rita sat up and dizzily walked out of the room.
"Maybe she'll be back," said Rusty. "Maybe she just went to piss or something."
"Not with our luck." said Billy gloomily.
They waited; hoping, and presently Rita came back into the room, still naked-and carrying a large zucchini squash. The boys looked at each other in confusion. It seemed a helluva time for a snack, especially a raw squash.
Rita lay down on the bed again, just as she had before, with her legs drawn up and wide apart. With a great shuddering sigh she brought the thick zucchini down between her thighs and began to rub it back and forth over her pussy. It was quickly wet and shiny with her leaking cream.
The boys strained against the window, wondering what she was up to. In a moment they had their answer. Shivering and moaning with excitement, Rita wedged the thick end of the squash into the wet shadowy mouth of her cunt. Slowly she pushed the fat thing up her cunt, stretching her pink pussylips widely.
"Oooooo," she moaned, "ahhhhh, yes, YES..."
She slid the huge zucchini almost fully into her cunt, just keeping a grip on the end. When it was fully inserted, she writhed and ground her hips around the hard impalement, and thick cream leaked from her hair-fringed hole. She began to work the thick squash rapidly in and out of her juicy cunt.
"Jesus, she's using it like a cock!" said Rusty.
"Yeah, frigging herself with it!" said Sam. "Oh, baby, let me do that for you ..."
There was no chance of Rita accepting his offer, however, and all the boys could do was press their noses against the window and watch, steaming up the glass in their panting excitement. Rita worked the fat green squash faster and faster in her flooded twat, and they could hear a lewd squishy noise. Her hips bucked, and her voice became shrill with pleasure.
"Yeah, fuck meee," she cried, "ball me ... Aw, God, yessss ... Feels sooo good ..."
With the realization that she was fantasizing, pretending she was with a man, each boy fantasized, too, imagining himself as her partner.
Each boy fantasized himself riding that lush bucking body, his hard chest pressing against those enormous bouncing tits, his stiff young cock jabbing in that hot juicy box. And each boy, as he strained against the window, unzipped his fly, brought out his swollen prick, and began to pump it like crazy.
"Oh, man, ohhh," Billy whined.
"I gotta come," Sam panted. "She's driving me crazy."
"Aw, shit," was all Rusty could manage as he fisted his hard young cock and watched Rita furiously pumping the thick zucchini hard in her squirting hair-fringed cunt.
The long thick zucchini seemed too big for her little cunt mouth, stretching her fat pink pussylips grotesquely, but Rita obviously loved the deep penetration. She worked the thing harder and harder in her streaming box, till it was flashing furiously in and out, dripping her juice, ramming her hungry cunt.
"Ahhhh, make me come," she whined, "bring me off. .. Ohhhh, just a little more ..."
The boys watched, pop-eyed and breathless, pumping their hard dicks Like mad, and suddenly Rita threw her long legs straight up in the air and her whole gorgeous body shook like jelly. Cream spurted thickly from her cunt, and she plunged the big squash deep into her belly.
"OHHHHHHHH!" she wailed. "AHHHH-HHH..."
She collapsed, writhing, her legs slamming down on the bed, the slippery squash popping from her cunt. She writhed and moaned like that for almost a minute. Then, with a satisfied smile, she reached over and turned out the bedside lamp ...
The boys came simultaneously, spraying the side of Rita's house with streams of thick white cum. Rusty, Sam and Billy collapsed panting into the bushes, and waited till they could breathe normally again. Then they sneaked off down the alley.
"Oh, Christ," Sam sighed, "that was so far out."
"Yeah," said Billy, "it sure beats jacking off while we look at that dumb old calendar."
"Damn right," said Rusty. "In fact it gives me an idea about what we should do for fun this summer. There must be plenty of chicks who forget to pull the shades in their bedrooms."
His two buddies looked at him and grinned.
"You're right," said Sam. "We could probably see some pretty great stuff."
"And maybe even get some," said Rusty. "Who knows? Anything could happen ...
They agreed to meet again the next evening and see what Rita Davis was up to--and to explore the rest of the neighborhood for possibilities.
CHAPTER TWO
The next night Rusty, Sam and Billy waited till it got dark, then hurried down the alley and into Rita Davis' back yard. They hoped the blonde waitress with the fantastic knockers would unwittingly put on another show for them--but to their great disappointment, her whole house was dark.
"Crap," said Rusty. "Do you think she's on to us?"
"Naw, she's just not home," said Sam. "It's Saturday night. She's probably out having a good time."
"Wish we were," said Billy. "Now what do we do for fun?"
"Let's prowl around and look at some more houses," said Rusty. "That's what we planned. We might find something really good."
"There'll never be anything like Rita," sighed Sam, "but, okay, let's go."
The three friends silently walked the alleys of their neighborhood, looking for a new show. They discovered that most people in that respectable middle class area pulled the curtains in their bedrooms. The few times they found an uncurtained window, there wasn't much to see-some guy doing push-ups, an old lady reading in bed, and Mr. Hackett, the prissy town librarian, shampooing his dog.
"Big deal," said Sam. "I don't think we'll ever get another break like Rita."
"Well, it's early yet," said Rusty, trying to keep up his friends' spirits. "Let's try a few more alleys."
In the very next alley they hit pay dirt--sort of. There was a well-lit bedroom window with no curtain, and there was a woman taking off her clothes. Only the woman was Miss Emily Rogers, who'd been their teacher in the sixth grade, a skinny spinster who always looked like she'd been sucking lemons.
"Christ, of all the luck," said Billy. "It would have to be HER. Come on, you guys--if I see Miss Rogers without her clothes, I'll puke."
"Hey, man," said Sam, "this is better than nothing, ain't it? I'm gonna stay and watch."
"Yeah," Rusty snickered, "it might be a real kick seeing ol' Rogers naked. Maybe she even plays with herself."
That possibility interested Billy, and he joined his buddies as they sneaked up to the teacher's window and peered in. The big lilac bush stood close to the window and kept them from being spotted from the alley. They had a good clear view of Miss Rogers and her room.
Emily Rogers was removing her sensible brown low-heeled shoes. When she had done so, she went to her dresser mirror and began taking her brown hair out of its tight prim bun. To the boys it seemed like she removed about a hundred pins before her hair finally cascaded down her back, free at last.
"Hey," said Billy, "I'll be damned. She's got kinda pretty hair."
"Yeah, makes a difference, doesn't it?" said Rusty. "Too bad she doesn't wear it down all the time."
"The way she dresses, it's like she wanted to be ugly," said Sam. "I wonder why."
They all wondered as they watched Miss Rogers, for the more undressed she got, the prettier she was. Emily Rogers was in her mid-thirties, but with her long thick brown hair down, she looked younger and softer. It was even better when she removed her granny glasses and revealed her big blue eyes with their thick natural lashes. She brushed her hair thoroughly, then began to unbutton her prim white cotton blouse.
The boys jostled for a better view, not that they expected to see anything spectacular. Miss Rogers had a chest like an ironing board, or so it appeared in the mannish tweed suits she wore to school. She was a tall woman, maybe five seven, and her thin body appeared to go straight up and down like a boy's.
"Bet she's got no tits at all," said Billy. "Shut up and find out," said Rusty. "She's gotta have some," said Sam. "All girls have them."
Still they had their doubts about Miss Rogers. As she unbuttoned her blouse, they held their breath, and at last she removed the garment and revealed a tight white cotton bra. The pockets of the bra were about the size of large apples.
"Gotta be padded," said Rusty.
Somehow they just couldn't imagine their frosty old maid teacher with tits. Miss Rogers reached around and unhooked her bra and slowly drew it off. She folded it and carefully placed it in a drawer, then turned--and the boys could finally see her tits.
They were lovely. Not as big as Rita's, of course. Rita had received a bonus in the tit department. But Miss Rogers' apple-size boobs were perfectly round and firm, creamy-pale, and capped with small pretty pink nipples. Her pouting jugs wobbled deliriously as she moved around the room.
"Sonofabitch," said Sam, "they're not half bad."
"Nice, in fact," said Rusty. "I sure wouldn't mind copping a feel of those knockers."
"Yeah," Billy agreed wistfully. "But how come she hides them? That bra flattens 'em out, makes her look like she's got nothing."
No one could answer his question about Miss Rogers' strange behavior, her apparent wish to hide her femininity. They watched as she unzipped her tweed skirt and stepped out of it. She was wearing white cotton panties, of course. She didn't seem to own a single frilly or pretty piece of clothing. "Nice legs," said Rusty.
That was true. Miss Rogers had long slim legs, but at school she hid them in long skirts and ugly tan support stockings. She had a cute little ass, too, the boys saw as she turned around, two round globes that firmly filled her clinging panties.
"Legs, hell," said Sam, who was beginning to pant, "I wanta see her pussy."
"Yeah," Billy gleefully agreed. "Imagine seeing ol' Rogers' pussy. Man, what a kick ..."
The boys silently drew closer to the window as Miss Rogers seized the waistband of her sensible white panties and began to draw them down. Like Rita the night before, she had her back to them, and they prayed she wouldn't turn out the light before they got a look at her snatch.
The panties inched down over her adorable round little butt, then wafted down her long slim legs. She stepped out of them, then bent over to pick them up, and the gawking boys had an all-too-quick glimpse of her slit, a thin pink line of flesh surrounded by delicate brown curls. Then she straightened up and carried the panties to a clothes hamper.
"Turn around, baby, turn around," Sam coaxed.
Billy was rubbing his crotch, and Rusty was hardly breathing. Miss Rogers stood with her back to them, and it looked for a moment as if she might just hop into bed and turn out the light. Then, however, she gave a big sigh and turned around, heading for the dresser.
"Oh, wow, NICE!" Rusty sighed.
His friends agreed. Miss Rogers had a really nice body, long-legged and tiny-waisted, firm and slender yet deliriously curved. Her bush was tiny compared to Rita's, just a pretty little puff of light-brown curls. Her round pouting tits bounced enticingly as she walked. From the neck down they would never have recognized her as the prim cold spinster who'd taught them a few years ago.
"Shit, why does she wanta hide a figure like that?" Sam moaned, but again no one could answer.
Miss Rogers opened a dresser drawer and took out a small tube of something and carried it over to her bed. She slept in a narrow single bed with a plain white coverlet. She lay down on her back, and from the boys' angle they could see right up between her legs-or could have, if she'd only open them...
"What's that thing she's got?" said Billy. "What's she gonna do?"
"Dunno," said Rusty. "I just hope to hell she doesn't turn out the light."
"Don't even say it," said Sam.
In silent agreement the boys crept right up to the window and pressed their noses against it. They saw Emily Rogers squeeze some clear jelly out of the tube and spread it on her fingers. She set the tube aside and started to reach downward--and then she blushed hotly all over. She waited a moment, gave a deep sigh, and slipped her hand down into her crotch.
Some deep changes came over her. Her eyes closed, and her usually sour face relaxed into a funny little smile. Her slim body relaxed, too, and she opened her long legs very wide, showing the boys her delicate pink slit It seemed small and dainty compared to Rita's wide red gash. Then her hand obscured their view. She was rubbing the jelly on herself, rubbing from the little light-brown wrinkle of her asshole right up to the plump crease of her furry cunt lips.
"What's she doing?" Billy asked breathlessly.
"It's hard to believe," said Rusty, "but I think she's playing with herself."
Sam snickered. "Ol' Rogers frigging herself," he said. "Too fuckin' much ..."
They watched, hardly breathing, and Miss Rogers rubbed the jelly all over her pretty pink pussy, reserving a big bright glob of the stuff on the tip of her middle finger. When her whole rosy slit was slick and gleaming with jelly, she finally wiggled her middle finger into the small mouth of her cunt.
"Oooooo!" they heard her squeal.
Her pale finger slowly inched up her tiny twat, disappearing clear to the last knuckle. Her teeth flashed in a lusty smile, and she wriggled her slim hips around the stiff impalement of her own finger. With her other hand she pried open the fat furry lips of her cunt and exposed a tiny pink button of flesh, like the lump Rita had played with, only much smaller and daintier. She began to rub the little button with a fingertip.
She rubbed her sensitive little clit, and her finger began to move in and out of her cunt. The finger was wet and gleaming, not just with the jelly but with her own steamy pussy cream. As she busily frigged her clit and cunt, she kept her eyes tightly closed, and a wide lusty smile spread over her face.
"Ummm," Miss Rogers purred, "ahhhhh ..."
She rubbed her sensitive little clit, and her finger began to move in and out of her cunt. The finger was wet and gleaming, not just with the jelly but with her own steamy pussy cream. As she busily frigged her clit and cunt, she kept her eyes tightly closed, and a wide lusty smile spread over her face.
"Ahhh, God," she whined, "so good ..."
The boys all felt their cocks going rock hard in their jeans, and simultaneously they slipped out their stiff pricks and began to pump them furiously right along with Miss Rogers' brisk motions. They could hardly have been any more excited than their teacher. She began to arch her slim body upward, getting more friction from her jerking fingers, and thick cream poured from her tiny cunt mouth.
"Ahhhh, yes, yes," she moaned. "Albert, darling, do it to me .. ."
"Albert?" said Sam, busily jacking off.
Rusty, happily pumping his own cock, snickered. "Hey, that's Mr. Rumbaugh's first name-you know, the biology teacher. Dig it-Miss Rogers is in love with ol' Rumbaugh."
"Wants to get it on with him," Billy chuckled. "Too bad--he's so bashful, he'd never ask her out."
The boys felt a little sorry for Miss Rogers as she feverishly rubbed her clit and cunt, moaning Albert Rumbaugh's name. Clearly she was pretending that the shy biology teacher was fucking her, but she had no lover except her own hands. Her slim body grew more and more flushed, her cries became hoarse and frantic, and her fingers flew over her sucking wet cunt and wet little joy button.
"AHHHHHH!" she wailed.
Her thighs parted widely, and the boys saw her slim pale finger pounding in and out of her soaked cunt-mouth. Her body rocked violently as she came. Rusty, Sam and Billy stifled moans of excitement as they shot their loads against the side of Miss Rogers' house. Then the pretty spinster schoolteacher sighed and turned off her bedside lamp.
"Wow, what a show," said Sam as they walked away down the alley. "I never dreamed Miss Rogers would be interested in sex."
"Well, we're learning something," said Rusty. "We've seen two horny women jacking off, which means there must be plenty of chicks around here who'd like to get laid. Maybe we should offer our services."
His friends gawked at him. "Aw, they'd never do it with us," Sam said. "They think we're too young."
"You never know," Rusty said thoughtfully. "I'm working on a plan ... But it's still early yet. Let's drop by Rita's and see if she's home."
The chance of seeing the biggest tits in town quickened their steps, and in a few minutes they were sneaking into Rita Davis' back yard. The windows of her house were still dark, however. The boys were about to leave when suddenly they heard noises from, inside the house, and then the bedroom light went on.
"Hot damn," said Rusty, "she's home-and she didn't pull the shades!"
The boys settled into their spying place in the bushes just as Rita flicked on the light and entered her bedroom. She was dressed to kill, or rather to seduce, wearing a clinging bright-red dress with a neckline so low it almost reached her navel. Her deep ripe cleavage made the boys sigh with longing.
Rita strolled into the bedroom, wide hips swaying enticingly, big cushiony boobs bouncing heavily. She looked happy and excited. When she was a few feet into the room, she turned toward the door and said something.
A man walked into the room.
He was nothing special, just a middle-aged skinny guy losing his hair, a guy with a small pot belly and a big nose and a drunken leer. The boys guessed Rita must have picked him up in a bar. He looked at Rita like he wanted to devour her in one gulp- "Shit," said Rusty, "if she wanted to get laid, she didn't have to bring that creep home. She coulda had US."
"Yeah," Sam sighed, "and I could fly to Mars on a fart."
"Shut up, you guys," Billy hissed. "They're saying something."
The boys crawled closer to the window and listened.
"You gonna give me a kiss, baby?" the guy was saying.
Rita giggled and let him approach her. He embraced her roughly and jammed his mouth onto hers. Her big pointed tits flattened against his chest, and she moaned and threw her arms around him, dropping her purse. She slammed her crotch against his and began to grind her pussy against him.
The boys were writhing with envy. Obviously Rita had the hots again, but this undeserving turkey was going to get to fuck her. It didn't seem fair, not when the boys wanted to get laid so badly. They all had aching cock-stands again. They would gladly have rucked Rita all night-but they knew she'd just laugh at the idea, that she'd think of them as just little kids. It was agony.
"Hey, you're pretty hot stuff, you know?" the man was saying, his sweaty hands running hungrily over Rita's lush curvy body.
She just giggled and rubbed her belly against his. The guy reddened a little and decided to get bolder. He laid one hand on the jutting point of her breast and squeezed. The other hand dipped down under her short skirt and came up squeezing her ass.
"I'd really like to get it on with you, doll," the guy said, starting to breathe heavily. "You're getting me really hot."
Sam groaned. "I've heard better dialogue in Tarzan movies," he said.
"Yeah, what does she see in him?" Billy pouted.
"Maybe he's the only guy she could find," Rusty sighed. "Jesus, I wish she'd give us a chance..."
The boys watched enviously as the balding drunk continued to paw Rita. She was getting very pink in the face and starting to breathe fast and loud. Then abruptly she slipped from his grasp and dropped to her knees in front of him. She reached for his fly . . .
The boys almost knocked each other over as they jostled for a closer view. They wondered what the hell Rita was doing. The guy seemed to wonder, too. He just stood there with his mouth hanging open, staring stupidly down at her.
Rita, flushed and trembling with excitement, undid the guy's pants and let them drop to his ankles. She tugged down his jockey shorts, too. The dude sure wasn't much to look at. He had a sparse pubic patch of brown and gray hairs, a tiny sagging pair of red balls, and a limp pale little cock the size of the average thumb. He didn't even have a hard-on.
"Shit," said Billy contemptuously, "he's hung like a mouse. Even I got a bigger dick than that."
"He doesn't deserve her," Sam moaned.
"Poor Rita," Rusty sighed.
Rita herself showed no disappointment when she saw the guy's limp pitiful little prick. Her eyes lit up brightly, and she licked her full red lips. She slipped her hand under the guy's tiny red balls and began to massage them. He flinched, then grinned.
"Hey, you wanta play with my nuts, baby?" he said, leering down at her.
Rita didn't bother to reply. While one hand briskly massaged his flabby little balls, she used the other hand to fist his tiny soft cock, pumping it hungrily. She had her ample curved butt toward the boys, and they could see a wet spot on the back of her dress. Her hips ground in a helpless fucking motion as she worked to get the guy hard.
Maybe he was so old he'd forgotten how, but all Rita's lusty massaging of his cock and balls had no effect. It was driving the boys wild just watching her, imagining how it would feel if she did that to them-but the dumb jerk just stood there leering stupidly, and his dick stayed as tiny and soft as ever.
At last Rita looked up at him and sighed deeply. "I thought you wanted to get it on," she said.
"Yeah, yeah, I do," he said eagerly, as if nothing were wrong. "I really got the hots for you, baby."
"Well, a helluva lotta good that's gonna do me," Rita said wearily, "if you can't get a hard-on."
The guy looked down at his cock as if noticing it for the first time. "Oh, yeah," he said vaguely, "it ain't very hard, is it? Well, give me a minute."
"I ain't got a minute," said Rita. "I'm horny NOW!"
She bent forward again, lifted the guy's doughy little prick to her mouth, and sucked it between her ripe red lips. She sucked it in all the way to his small dangling balls. She drew her cheeks in sharply and began to suck on his cock fast and hard, with a loud wet slurpy noise.
"Awww, Jesus, YEAH!" the guy gasped. "Suck my meat, baby ..."
The boys gasped. They'd never heard of that practice before, but it didn't take much imagination to know how good it would feel to have their stiff horny little cocks massaged in the juicy heat of a woman's mouth. No wonder the guy was finally coming to life.
"Oh man," Sam moaned, "if only that was me."
"Yeah," Rusty said bitterly, "I could really get off on that."
"I'd come," Billy sighed. "I'd come right in her mouth."
Rita sucked fast and loud on the guy's pale limp cock. She seemed to enjoy doing it, moaning and sighing as she tasted his meat. The guy swayed dizzily and clutched her shoulders to brace himself. A lusty grin spread over his face. After a few minutes of her juicy wet sucking, he staggered backward, his spit-soaked cock popping from her lips.
"That did it," he sighed.
His prick was hard, all right, stiffly hugging his belly and rosy from her hard sucking, but it wasn't much bigger than before. It was just a skinny four inches, a sight that made the boys moan. They all had bigger dicks than that.
Rita seemed pleased, however. She looked hungrily at his stiff little pecker and got to her feet and staggered over to the bed. The guy followed, almost tripping on his pants which were down around his ankles. He kicked them off and quickly removed his jacket and shirt as well. He was pale, thin and hairy, not a treat to look at.
Rita watched his naked approach, and she hurriedly pulled her dress off over her head. Off came her slip and bra and panties, as fast as she could remove them and toss them out of the way. She stretched out on her back, offering her fantastically endowed body, her mountainous jugs heaving.
For the first time, the guy actually seemed impressed. He stopped short of the bed and stared at Rita's watermelon jugs with their big cone-shaped light-brown nipples. He licked his lips, and his stiff little cock drooled a big bright glob of juice.
"Jesus Christ," he said, "you got the biggest tits I ever seen."
"Never mind that," Rita said in a husky urgent voice. "For God's sake get over here and fuck me."
She emphasized her need by opening her legs, bending her knees and letting her creamy thighs fall wide apart, just as she had done last night when the boys watched her beating off. The guy stared at her lush wet red pussy. Then he staggered over and climbed onto the bed and crawled between her legs.
"Baby," he panted, "I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk. I'm gonna ball you bowlegged. m-- "Skip the speeches," Rita sighed. "Just stick it in me, for chrissake. I been so long without a man I could scream."
To everyone's relief, the guy shut up. He wedged the rosy hard head of his cock between the hairy lips of Rita's cunt. He pushed forward, and his skinny pale rod disappeared up her gushing hole. He gave a yelp of excitement and began to fuck her hard, his flabby little ass flying.
"Ahhhh, God, YES!" Rita wailed, throwing her arms around him. "Fuck meee ... Hard, dammit, HARD ... Ohhhh, yessss ..."
The boys watched wide-eyed, pressing their hot faces against the window. They had their stiff young pricks out and were frigging themselves furiously. It was the first time they'd ever seen anybody fuck, actually seen how it was done.
It looked like fun, to say the least.
"Oh, Jesus," Rusty panted, "I bet that feels great."
"It must beat jacking off," Sam moaned. "Shit, if only it was us instead of him," Billy said.
The guy's skinny ass jerked furiously as he worked his stiff meat in Rita's gratefully offered cunt. She held him by the waist, digging him into her, and she moaned and bucked and held her legs open lewdly wide for him, as if she couldn't get his cock deep enough in her seething box. Her mammoth tits swelled up hard and pointed with arousal, and her face was twisted into a broad sensual leer.
"Do it to me, do it to me," she chanted. "Oh, Christ, that's sooo good ... I need it bad ... Don't stop..."
Overcome with excitement, Rusty and his friends began to come against the side of the house, but Rita kept right on fucking furiously, moaning and shrieking. The guy's pale skinny body bounced over her tall lush figure, his stiff little rod flashing in and out of her flooding twat. She was creaming heavily, helplessly, her juice flowing out to puddle on the bed.
"Fuck meeee!" she whined. "Keep fucking me, you sonofabitch, don't stop ... Oh, God, do it harder, HARDER ..."
He did it harder, all right, because he was coming. His jerking ass went out of control, and the boys could hear the loud smacking noise as his belly slammed into Rita's again and again. The guy was whining, then bellowing--then motionless. He lay heavily on Rita, limp and panting.
"Don't stop," she whimpered. "Please, don't stop. I haven't come yet."
"Sony, baby," the guy sighed, rolling off her. "I shot my load, and I'm finished for the night." He got up and started to dress.
Rita stared at him, her expression at first disappointed, then furious. As he was putting on his shoes, she picked up an ashtray and threw it at him, just missing his head.
"Get out of here, you miserable little creep!" she shouted. "You're not even a man! GET OUT!"
The guy wisely fled, and Rita sank back on the bed, sobbing with frustration. After a moment she turned out the light, but the boys could still hear her crying.
"That settles it," said Rusty as they walked home. "We've got to help Rita."
"Help ourselves, you mean," Sam chuckled.
"Whatever," said Rusty with a grin, "but tomorrow we're gonna go over there and ball her."
"You're crazy," said Billy. "She'd never fuck us."
"Don't be too sure," said Rusty with a mysterious smile. "I have a plan ..."
CHAPTER THREE
Early the next afternoon Rusty and his friends approached Rita Davis' house. Sam and Billy were nervous, but Rusty told them, "Don't worry. It's simple. We just ask if we can do some yard work for her, anything to get talking to her, and then we work from there."
Actually Rusty was as nervous as his friends, but he wouldn't admit it. In daylight his plan sounded silly. They had to try, though. They knew Rita was lonesome and horny, and they were horny for sure. They had to try to get her to see the benefits of sharing favors.
As they turned down Rita's block, they saw that they were in luck. Rita was just driving up to her place, and she started to unload a lot of groceries from her car. The boys grinned at each other, then hurried over to her.
"Mrs. Davis," Rusty said breathlessly, "can we help you with those packages?"
Rita gave the boys a broad smile. "Why, how did you know my name?" she said. "And who are you?"
"We've seen you at the cafe," Rusty said. "I'm Rusty, and these are my friends Sam and Billy. We'd be glad to help you carry in your groceries, Mrs. Davis."
"Okay, boys," she said. "I could use your help. And call me Rita."
Overjoyed, the boys began helping her carry packages into the house. The first step of Rusty's plan had gone almost like magic. Even Rusty himself felt more confident.
"Just bring that stuff right on through to the kitchen," said Rita.
She walked ahead of them, her round ass swinging enticingly back and forth in tight pants. The boys watched it hungrily, remembering how she looked without her clothes on. They remembered especially how much she'd wanted that guy last night, how horny she'd been. They hoped she still felt that way.
They took their time bringing in the groceries, chatting with Rita, but at last the job was done. They had to think of some reason to hang around--but to their relief, Rita thought of it for them.
"You guys have been a real big help," she said warmly. "Can I give you a snack in return? Some pop and cookies?"
"Gee, yes, thanks, Rita," said Rusty quickly. "That'd be great."
Rita beamed. "Well, just make yourselves comfortable in the living room, then," she said. "I wanta change my clothes, and then I'll bring that snack."
The boys-- waited, nervous and excited. Sam and Billy took large comfortable chairs, and Rusty sat on the couch. They were all conscious of how young they must look to Rita, worried that she wouldn't take them seriously.
"What do we do now?" said Sam. "Just ask her?"
"I dunno," said Rusty. "Play it by ear, I guess. Some kind of chance will come up."
In fact he didn't have the slightest notion of how to proposition a girl, let alone a gorgeous, experienced middle-aged woman like Rita. You couldn't very well just come out and say, "Hey, lady, you wanta ball?" He knew that much. But what did you say?
Rita returned carrying a tray of pop and cookies. She'd changed into a long flowing negligee that was semi-sheer, showing the voluptuous outline of her body, and with a neckline so low that they could see the whole deep cleavage of her huge breasts. The boys reddened lustily and had a hard time sitting still.
Passing the food around, Rita smiled and said, "I suppose this thing I'm wearing looks like a nightgown, but I like to be comfortable on my days off."
"Oh, no, it's okay," said Sam, gawking at the plump cleft between her mammoth quivering jugs.
"It's beautiful," said Billy, wide-eyed with horny interest.
"Yeah, nothing wrong with being comfortable," said Rusty, patting the couch beside him. "Why don't you sit down and relax?"
"I think I will," said Rita. "Just a second-I wanta get a beer."
She came back from the kitchen with a can of beer and plopped heavily onto the couch beside Rusty. Her big breasts lurched and bounced, and they realized she was wearing no bra. She crossed her long legs, and her negligee parted at the knees, showing her beautiful tan legs.
"Boy," she sighed, "being a waitress is tough work. I'm still tired from last week."
"Yeah, it must be hard," said Rusty. "Too bad you can't find a better job."
"I always wanted to be a go-go dancer," Rita sighed, "but I guess I'm a little too old for that now."
The boys imagined her up on a stage shaking those enormous creamy jugs, and the image gave them instant cock-stands.
"Oh, no, you're not too old," Sam said earnestly. "You'd make a swell dancer, Rita."
"You really oughta try it," said Billy. "I bet they'd hire you in a minute."
Rita flashed them a dazzling smile. "Why, it's real nice of you kids to say that. Maybe I'll give it a try. Being a waitress isn't just hard work--it's lonely."
Rusty saw an opening and dived into it. Nervously he scooted a little closer to Rita, till their thighs almost touched. "Lonely?" he said. "I can hardly imagine you being lonely, Rita. You're so beautiful."
She smiled sadly at him. "Nobody wants to date a waitress," she said. "I'm not good enough for em.
Rusty grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Well, then they're fulla shit," he said earnestly. "WE think you're beautiful, Rita. We've, uh, admired you for a long time."
She didn't pull her hand away. In fact she leaned close to Rusty and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. "You're real sweet kids," she said.
"We're not just kids," said Rusty. "At least we don't feel like kids, not around you."
Just then Rita happened to glance at his crotch, and she saw the long hard bulge of his cock. She blushed slightly, then glanced over at Sam and Billy. Their crotches, too, were sharply tented. With her experience, Rita had no trouble guessing the cause.
"Hey," she said, "you guys have all got hard-ons. Did you come over here to--"
She stopped, too surprised to continue, and there was a long silence, a silence that seemed to last about a hundred years. Everybody, including Rita, slowly turned beet red. Rusty tried to make his mind work, knowing that if he didn't say just the right thing, she'd get mad and throw them out. This was their one and only chance to make Rita-but what should he say? He just couldn't think.
He saw her moving her lips, getting ready to speak, and in desperation he suddenly threw himself on her, kissing her hard. His hands fumbled around and found the enormous hot cushions of her tits. They overflowed his palms as he hungrily squeezed them. Rita seemed too stunned to move. Finally he had to break the kiss and catch his breath.
"Rita," he panted, "please don't be mad. You just turn us on, that's all, and we decided to take a chance. If you don't want us here, just say so, and we'll leave."
He knew he was taking a big risk, saying a thing like that, and he kept lightly caressing the thrusting points of her huge tits, hoping to lull her. Rita stared at him and Sam and Billy, then down at his hands as they played greedily over her big pointed breasts. Then she seemed to go limp, falling back against the couch.
"You--you wouldn't tell anybody?" she said.
"Never," the boys chorused. "We promise."
Rita's heavy eyelashes fluttered, and her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. She was clearly having trouble making a decision. She was desperately horny, but the boys were so young ... Rusty quickly slid one hand down to her cunt and pressed gently, feeling the spring of her thick muff. Rita moaned softly.
"All right," she said shakily, "if you promise never to tell. Come on, let's go to my bedroom."
She bounced up and marched down the hall, the boys following her. They cast each other looks of glee and delight, and the bulges at the flies of their jeans got bigger and harder. Rusty could hardly believe their luck, and he knew his buddies must be feeling the same way. Poor Rita must really be horny...
Once they got into the bedroom, she seemed a little shy. She sat down on the edge of the bed, blushing, and made no move to undress. To encourage her, Rusty quickly started stripping, and Sam and Billy followed suit. Rita gawked at them.
Rusty knew they must really look like kids to her now, with their slim hard bodies--they all had boyish narrow shoulders, no hair on their chests, no whiskers. The only thing they had going for them was their erect young cocks--and that's just what Rita was staring at.
"You guys are, uh, bigger than I thought," she said, licking her lips. Her eyes were focused hotly on the three erect pricks as the naked boys approached her.
"Yeah, we can take care of business," Rusty said, grinning.
He was proud of himself and his buddies. All of them had bigger dicks than that poor slob she was fucking last night. Billy's stubby cock, the smallest of the three, stuck out fat and hard from his blond pubic down. Sam's slightly longer prick rose milky-pale and blue-veined from his coppery bush. Rusty's hard rod, the longest of the three, strained a good seven inches against his belly, looking thick at its base in his brown pubic thatch.
Still Rita didn't move, so the boys gently eased her onto the bed and drew off her negligee. She was wearing nothing underneath but a little pair of yellow bikini panties. She blushed as the boys ogled her enormous heaving breasts, but she got her sense of humor back.
"I bet those knockers really turn you guys on," she chuckled.
"I'll say," Sam sighed.
"Oh, wow," Billy moaned. "Can we touch 'em?"
"Please, Rita," said Rusty. "We'll be gentle." She smiled. "Sure, go ahead, enjoy yourselves," she said.
Three pairs of sweaty eager young hands leaped for her enormous melon-shaped tits and began to paw and caress and explore. Rita closed her eyes and sighed loudly. Rusty needed both hands just to lift her huge hot left tit, and it was heavy and silky, a thrill to play with. He saw that Billy and Sam were equally excited.
It was blowing their minds, touching real tits for the first time, especially a pair like Rita's. And just as exciting was the prospect of losing their virginity, finding out how it felt to fuck. Rusty prayed that Rita wouldn't change her mind about THAT...
He figured she'd be more willing if they kept her hot and excited, and he searched his memory, trying to think what Rita and Miss Rogers had done to excite themselves when they were alone. It all had to do with that funny little button of flesh between their legs ...
Rusty quickly moved down her lush body, toward her panties, and Sam took his place, monopolizing her left tit. Billy hogged the right one. The two boys were going beyond touching now, kissing Rita's big heaving creamy breasts. Then Sam's tongue flashed out as he impulsively licked her light-brown nipple.
"Ummmmm," Rita murmured, "that feels nice ..."
Billy immediately followed suit, sticking out his tongue and lashing her other nipple. Rita moaned happily. Sam and Billy began to lick and lash greedily over her big brown nipples, realizing that it turned her on. Rusty nodded approvingly. His friends would take care of her sensitive jugs while he got to work lower down ...
Rusty nervously seized the waistband of her flimsy panties and started tugging them down. To his relief, Rita didn't protest. He tugged faster, quickly stripping off her panties and tossing them aside. Blissfully he eyed the wide thick brown triangle of her cunt. At last he was going to explore a real live pussy ...
"Ummm," Rita moaned, "ahhhhh ..."
She was fully occupied with the fun of having her sensitive brown nipples licked and sucked by his two friends. Sam and Billy both had their wet hot lips around her big brown cones, sucking like hungry puppies, and Rita was moaning with delight. Rusty felt it was safe to go ahead.
He gently separated her satiny thighs, and she didn't resist. He got them wide open, and then he stared at the long lush line of her scarlet slit. The flesh was wet and swollen like ripe fruit. He could see the little wrinkle of her asshole, the dark pit of her cunt mouth, the fat rosy lips of her pussy. He wanted to touch and explore it all, but he figured he'd better find that little button that gave her so much pleasure.
With trembling fingers he opened the fat furry lips of her cunt, and there it was, that weird little lump of flesh, red and wet and plump. He remembered how Rita had rubbed herself there, and he placed his fingertip on the tiny nub. It was wet and scorching hot. He began to rub it gently.
"OOOOOOO!" Rita squealed. "Yeah, play with my clit, honey ... That feels so damned good ..."
So that funny little button of flesh was called a "clit". Rusty went on rubbing it, and Sam and Billy, alerted by Rita's moans of delight, crawled down to see what he was doing. They gawked at their first close-up view of a pussy. Then then-hands shot out as they, too, began to rub and explore her scarlet wet gash.
"Man," Billy said wonderingly, "what's all this stuff for?"
"I'm not sure," said Rusty, "but I think this is her cunt--where a guy puts his cock."
He rimmed the dripping little pit of her cunt mouth. It was boiling hot and seemed to nip greedily at his finger. He went back to rubbing her tiny hot clit, wanting to keep her aroused, and Billy used a stiff finger to probe her cunt, while Sam rubbed and tickled the little clenched mouth of her asshole.
"Ahhhh, God," Rita moaned, "you guys are really turning me on ..."
Thick cream leaked steadily from her cunt mouth, and her whole pussy seemed to be swelling up, getting fat and dark red and very hot. Billy wriggled his finger deep into her cunt, right to the last knuckle, and Rita squealed ecstatically.
"Jesus, she's hot in there," said Billy, "like a furnace ..."
Rusty couldn't believe it. Her whole snatch was seething and hot. He just hoped that their luck would hold, that in a while he and his buddies would be putting their stiff cocks into that scorching little hole. Eagerly he rubbed her squirting clit faster and faster, and her hot cream soaked his hands.
"Ahhhhh," Rita whimpered, "gettin' me so excited ... Can't wait any longer . . . Somebody fuck me ... Hurry, put it in me ..."
The boys glanced at each other. The big moment had come, but suddenly they felt nervous. They'd never even touched a woman before, didn't know how to fuck. What if they did something silly, something wrong? Who was going to take a chance and go first?
Rita opened her eyes and looked at them impatiently. "Come on, come on," she said. "Isn't this what you guys wanted? Somebody fuck me, for chrissake! I'm so horny I could scream!"
The boys all blushed hotly--and then Rita laughed.
"Oh, I think I get it," she said. "You guys never fucked a girl before, right?"
"Afraid not," Rusty said sheepishly.
She chuckled. "Well, well," she said, "I been around, but I never thought I'd get three virgins in one day. That's a laugh ... Well, don't be nervous. I'll show you what to do." She looked right at Rusty and said, "You--I want you first. You other guys clear out of the way."
Sam and Billy moved back on the bed to watch, and Rusty blushed hotly, left in the spotlight. He was eager but nervous. Rita opened her thighs very wide, drawing up her knees, and he crawled between them. His pale young prick was rock hard and drooling, but he wasn't sure just how to use it.
"Okay, kid," Rita said, grinning lewdly, "it's easy. Just stick your cock in that hole and pump it. Go ahead--it won't bite."
While Sam and Billy watched pop-eyed, Rusty moved forward between her soft thighs till the red wet head of his cock was touching the dark hole of her hair-fringed cunt mouth. It felt delicious already, steamy and wet and warm around his sensitive cock-head. He shivered with horny anticipation.
"Go on, kid," she panted, "stick it in."
Gleefully bidding a silent goodbye to his virginity, Rusty pushed, sending his hard slim cock into her scorching wet cunt. It felt so great, he almost came at once. His achingly stiff meat was encased in slippery tight hot flesh. He could see that fucking was going to be a thousand times more fun than jacking off. His dry fist couldn't compare with this snug silky tunnel.
"Awwwwwww, YES!" Rita bawled as his slim hard prick nosed into her.
She seized Rusty and pulled him down on her, his hard chest meeting her enormous swollen jugs. She slammed her soaked pussy upward to meet the thrust of his cock, and he could feel her blazing cunt squirting hot cream all over his dick. She began to work her hips in a hot rutting motion, and Rusty imitated it, jerking his horny stiff cock in and out of her deliriously slick twat.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it, kid," she whined, "move it in me... Oh, yeah, like that, only deeper... Deeper..."
Rusty pushed hard, till he was in her clear to his balls, his swollen nut sacs rubbing her soaked hot slit. Rita moaned impatiently, wanting him still deeper, and she threw her long legs around him, digging her heels into his ass. He felt his hard dick finally reaching the end of her seething hole, butting her womb.
"Yeah, now fuck me hard, kid," she panted, "really give it to me ..."
Rusty had no trouble obeying. His natural urge was to work his swollen cock in her as fast and hard as he could. With a moan of pleasure he began to fuck her furiously, delighted with her slick nipping cunt. At last he was fucking a woman, at last... and it was even greater than he'd imagined.
"Oooooo," Rita wailed, "yeah, YEAH! You're good, kid, that's just how I like it-fast an' hard ... Ohhhhhh, Jesus, yesssss... Just don't come too soon... Let me get off..."
That was a much harder order to follow. Rusty was so excited, feeling such dizzying pleasure as he fucked her blazing squeezing box, that he could hardly keep team coming. He did his best, gritting his teeth, pumping away, hoping she'd come soon. He glanced around at his buddies to see how they were taking it.
Sam and Billy looked like statues, frozen in their wonder and excitement. They sat close by, their eyes huge, their mouths hanging open, their hard little cocks hugging their bellies and oozing steady streams of juice. They were gawking at Rusty's slim prick as it zipped in and out of Rita's juicy hair-ringed hole, gleaming with her cream.
"Oh, man," Billy said in a croaky voice, "I can't believe it."
"Me, either," Sam gasped. "It sure looks like fun. Hey, hurry up, Rusty-we want our turn! You're taking all fuckin' day!"
Rita glanced at Sam and said breathlessly, "Hey, kid, I WANT him to take all fuckin' day. You gotta learn about pleasing a woman. We don't come as fast as you do. Let him take his time."
Chastised, Sam kept his mouth shut, he and Billy watching avidly as Rusty's little butt flew up and down between Rita's widely spread white thighs. The noise of their fucking was wet and loud and obscene as Rusty's strong young prick reamed her squirting little hole.
"Awwww, Christ," Rusty moaned, "can't hold out much longer..."
He'd done his best, but her fiery nipping cunt was driving him wild, searing him with pleasure till he just couldn't help shooting his load. He gave a shrill whine of excitement and felt his jism shooting out in thick spurts, flooding her already soaked cunt.
Her big lush body bucked violently under him, and Rusty had to cling tight to her to keep from being thrown off. She wailed loudly, and her blazing cunt closed around his meat like a vise, squeezing out the last of his cum. It was the most intense pleasure he'd ever felt, and he couldn't restrain his loud yelps of delight.
At last he rolled off her, sighing and panting. Sam and Billy bent over him, eager to get his report. "Hey, Rusty, how was it? What'd it feel like?" they asked breathlessly.
"Oh, man, it's the greatest thing in the world," Rusty moaned, grinning broadly. "I can't describe it. It's just outta sight!"
"Well, don't sit around comparing notes," Rita said impatiently. "I want more cock, and I want it now. You, the redhead--come here."
Now that he'd seen how it was done, Sam wasn't nervous or hesitant. With a big grin he leaped between Rita's outstretched thighs and poked his hard slim prick into her dripping cunt-mouth. He dug in eagerly and deeply, and she gave a loud moan of pleasure.
"Awwwwww, shit," Sam groaned, "you're right, Rusty, it's the greatest... Oh, man, so hot an' wet... Feels fantastic ..."
Rita shut him up by seizing him and pulling him down on her, and Sam gladly surrendered, hungrily licking and kissing her big heaving tits while he worked his stiff young cock in her burning soaked twat. Rita grinned blissfully and let her head fall back, her eyes fluttering shut.
"Yeah, yeah," she panted, "you're good, too, kid ... Keep balling me just like that, real hard and fast... Oh, Jesus, I needed this ..." As she'd done with Rusty, she threw her legs around Sam and dug her heels into his flying little ass, forcing his hard cock deep into her cunt. Sam's plump rosy balls smacked against her wet red pussy, and he rolled his eyes blissfully as he worked his meat in her.
Rusty and Billy sat nearby watching. Naturally Billy was excited, since he hadn't had his turn yet, but Rusty was surprised to find himself just as turned on as before he came. It was a thrill watching Sam fuck Rita. The huge-breasted blonde waitress was going out of her mind with pleasure, moaning and shrieking and creaming all over the bed.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, do it to me, kid!" she bawled. "Fuck me, ball meee .. . Christ, I love it... Just a little more, honey ... Hard and fast... Oh, oh, OHHHHHH, YEAH!"
She was coming again, her lush body rocking violently under Sam's slim freckled frame. Sam yelped and started to shoot his load, and Rusty knew why--when Rita came, her cunt closed tight and milked a guy's dick. No way Sam couldn't come...
Rita gently pushed him off her after a moment, and Sam rolled away sighing, his cock limp and wet. She looked hungrily at Billy. She kept her legs wide open, cunt-cream and boy-cum streaming from the dark hole of her twat. Incredibly, she seemed eager for more.
"You, the blond kid," she panted, "get over here and stick it in me ... Hurry ..."
With a big grin Billy dived between her legs and wriggled his stubby hard cock into her red-hot cunt. When he felt that blazing wet sheath, he gave a shrill squeal of excitement. Rita didn't have to pull him down on her. He hugged her tightly, nosing against her big tits, and began to fuck her like crazy.
While Sam and Rusty watched, the youngest member of their gang lost his virginity to the wailing, panting waitress. Billy fucked her with flashing speed, his tight round ass bouncing furiously. Sam and Rusty were really proud of him.
Soon Rita was coming again, her big lush body heaving, making little Billy bounce crazily on top of her. He gave a hoarse croak and shot his load into her, his ass jerking wildly. Then Rita rolled him off, and Billy landed on his back, sighing and panting and grinning.
"Wow, Rita," said Rusty, "that was super! We can't thank you enough. I hope we can come back soon--"
He broke off, because Rita was looking strange.
Now that her lust was satisfied, she seemed embarrassed, even ashamed. She jumped up and put on her robe.
"Look, kids," she said nervously, "it was fun, yeah, but I got a little carried away there. I can't really go around balling a bunch of junior high kids. I--I think you better leave now, and not come back."
Gloomily they dressed and left. "Well," said Sam, "at least we're not virgins any more."
"Yeah, but who else is gonna fuck this?" Billy said sadly.
"We'll find somebody else," said Rusty. "We've got to."
He didn't know how they'd do it, but he started working on another plan ...
CHAPTER FOUR
Rusty and his friends met at dusk the next day and began their patrol of the neighborhood. The first thing they noticed was that Rita Davis had pulled the curtains in her bedroom. The boys met this discovery with a groan of disappointment.
"Shit," said Billy, summing up the situation for all of them.
"Well, we're not licked yet," said Rusty. "Let's get over to Miss Rogers' place and see what she's doing."
The boys were encouraged by the memory of their surprising discovery about Miss Rogers. Underneath her prim, sour appearance there was a very attractive woman with strong sexual needs. She could never equal Rita when it came to fantastic knockers, but she was well worth watching. They just hoped that she, too, hadn't decided to pull her curtains.
They hurried through the alleys to Emily Rogers' house--and they weren't disappointed. The bedroom was lit, the view good. The boys crept into their hiding place in the lilac bush, and very soon Miss Rogers came into the room.
"Ugh," said Billy.
"Jesus," said Sam, "why does she wanta look like that? I don't understand it."
Miss Rogers was dressed just as she always was for school in a mannish tweed suit that hid her slim curvy figure, support stockings, and ugly flat-heeled shoes. Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun. With her rimless glasses and no make-up, she looked older than her thirty-five years.
"I sure don't understand it, either," Rusty sighed. "She could be so pretty if she wanted to. No wonder she can't get Mr. Rumbaugh to look at her."
Miss Rogers was carrying a small brown paper package which had evidently arrived in the mail. She set it down on her dressing table and started to take the pins out of her hair. The boys breathed a sigh of relief. In a moment the ugly old maid would be replaced by the slim long-legged beauty--IF she didn't close the curtains or turn out the light.
Miss Rogers removed the last hairpin, and her shining light-brown hair cascaded down her back. Off came the granny glasses, the ugly shoes and stockings, the stiff unflattering suit. Emily Rogers stood there in her slip, brushing out her thick healthy hair. She looked delicious to the horny trio of boys who crouched outside her window.
When she had finished brushing her hair, Miss Rogers drew her plain white slip off over her head and neatly folded the garment before putting it away. She wasn't like Rita, who threw her clothes all over the place. Each thing had to be folded and stored, which made her involuntary strip-tease that much more tantalizing to the boys.
After putting away her slip, she unhooked her prim white cotton bra and folded it, too. This time she was facing the boys, and they eagerly ogled her lovely apple-size tits. The creamy delicate globes wobbled enticingly with her movements. Her small pink nipples were taut and erect.
"Man," sighed Sam, "her jugs aren't as big as Rita's, but they sure are nice."
"Yeah, I'd sure like to cop a feel of those boobs," Rusty said wistfully.
"Well, we got next to Rita," said Billy, "so why not Miss Rogers?"
"It's not the same thing," said Rusty.
Rita was friendly and outgoing, but Miss Rogers was cool and distant and probably very shy. Rusty just couldn't think of a way they could make friends with their former teacher. Too bad-she'd be delicious to fuck. But he figured they'd have to limit themselves to just looking in the case of the frosty spinster schoolteacher., "Oh, boy, here we go," said Sam.
Miss Rogers was taking off her panties. She seemed distracted, and she kept glancing at the brown paper package on her dressing table. She inched the panties down with maddening slowness, but finally her pretty little puff of brown cunt curls popped into view. The boys felt their cocks going hard in their jeans.
Miss Rogers stepped out of her panties and crossed the room to put them in the clothes hamper. Her adorable round tits jiggled and her firm round ass bounced. Her tall straight body was firm and slender yet deliciously curved. In fact from the neck down she looked like a very young girl.
"Too bad ol' Rumbaugh can't see her like this," Sam snickered. "I bet he'd go crazy."
"Aw, ht probably don't even know how to fuck," Billy said contemptuously. "He never looks at girls."
"He's just shy," said Rusty, who rather liked the bashful biology teacher. "I agree with Sam. If Rumbaugh saw her naked, he'd get really turned on.
Rusty thought it would be far out if he could get Mr. Rumbaugh and Miss Rogers together. That would really be something to watch. He didn't have time to dwell on this plan, though, because Miss Rogers seemed about to go to bed, and he didn't want to miss anything.
She strolled naked across the room, her sweet tits jiggling, but she stopped at the dressing table and carefully picked up the small package, almost as if she were afraid of breaking it. She looked hard at it, and she blushed all the way down to her toes. Her hands trembled a little as she began to open the package.
"Whaddya suppose it is?" said Sam.
"Dunno," said Rusty. "Let's watch ..."
Miss Rogers discarded the wrapping with shaking hands and opened a little box. She took out some tissue paper and then lifted out what looked like a long white plastic bullet. The object was about nine inches long, as thick as a large sausage, and had one blunt end and one rounded end. The boys' question wasn't answered. They had no idea what the thing was.
Miss Rogers seemed to know. She carried the thing carefully over to the bed, still blushing hotly and trembling a little. She lay down on her back, just as she'd done the night before, with her slim shapely legs spread. The boys could see the delicate pink line of her slit. She eyed the strange contraption, and her pussy began to moisten and swell. For the first time that evening she spoke.
"God forgive me," she said shakily.
She did something to the blunt end of the device, and the boys heard a faint buzzing sound. The object vibrated in Miss Rogers' hand. She blushed deeper than ever.
"Hey, now I know what that thing is," said Sam excitedly. "I seen ads for those things in magazines. They're called vibrators. They're supposed to massage you or something, only one of the older guys at school told me that women use 'em to get off."
Rusty considered this. "It is shaped kinda like a cock," he said, "but it's awful big."
"You mean," Billy said incredulously, "she's gonna put that thing up her cunt? While it's buzzing like that?"
"That's the idea," said Sam with a wicked grin. "But let's see what she does."
Miss Rogers was staring at the buzzing device as if she couldn't decide just what to do with it. Twice she blushed deeply, looked ashamed, and turned the thing off. She started to set it aside, but then she turned it on again. She looked longingly at it, licking her lips with her little pink tongue.
At last she sighed deeply and directed the thick cock-shaped vibrator between her legs. She ran it over her pouting fur-covered cunt, working it between the plump lips till it buzzed right on her tiny pink clit. Her slim body lurched, then relaxed, and a big gush of cream spurted from her cunt.
"Ooooooo!" she gasped.
She went limp on the bed, opening her legs quite wide, and let the vibrator buzz and quiver on her clit. The boys watched avidly, and they saw the changes coming over her. Her whole lovely body turned a mottled pink, a deep rash of arousal, and her pussy went from delicate pink to bright rose. Cream poured from her gasping little cunt mouth to make her slit shiny and wet.
"Ahhhh," Miss Rogers moaned hoarsely, "ahhhh, my God, fantastic ..."
As the numbing pleasure radiated from her clit, she lost her grip on the buzzing vibrator, and it rolled down between her legs. She gasped and retrieved the thing. She looked at it for a long moment, almost as if she'd changed her mind again and were going to put it away. She looked ashamed but achingly horny. Then she sighed and lay back again, opening her thighs wide. She directed the humming prick-shaped device between her legs, running it over her creamy swollen pussy.
"Ahhh, AHHH!" she whined. "So good ... Oh, Albert.. ."
Sam snickered. "Ol' Rumbaugh couldn't have a cock like that," he said.
"Not unless he was plugged into an outlet," said Billy.
"That's an idea," said Rusty. "You could run a cord from your cock. Make a million."
"Shut up," said Billy, laughing and giving him a push.
"Hey, dig, you guys," said Sam, "I think she's gonna put it in her cunt."
Rusty and Billy quit horsing around. They joined Sam who had rushed right up to the window and was pressing his nose against the pane. Miss Rogers, blushing but determined, nosed the thick vibrator along the slick wet lips of her pussy till the fat rounded end was wedged into the drooling hair-fringed mouth of her cunt.
"Ohhh, God," she moaned, "yessss.. . Yes, Albert, do it to meee ..."
Slowly she eased the thick vibrating device up her cunt.
It looked too large for her little twat-mouth, splitting her pink cuntlips almost to bursting, but she showed no sign of pain. On the contrary, she howled with delight as the buzzing bullet entered her aroused wet cunt. Her slim legs shot straight up in the air, and the boys could clearly see her little hand pushing the device slowly inward. Her cream boiled around it, puddling on the bed. At last she had the thing all the way into her cunt except for the very end.
"AHHHHHH!" she wailed. "OHHHH .. ."
Her soaked rosy pussy clenched and ground around the fat buzzing stalk of the vibrator, and Miss Rogers lost all control of herself, bucking, writhing, shrieking with pleasure. Her eyes rolled crazily, her teeth flashed, and she wailed Albert Rumbaugh's name as the vibrator deeply stimulated her horny cunt.
"Fuck me, Albert!" she gasped. "Oh, God, YES! I love it, darling... Don't stop ..."
By now the three spying boys had taken out their stiff young cocks and were pumping away furiously as they watched Miss Rogers enjoying her new toy. The teacher's excitement was catching, and as she wailed and bucked in a sudden powerful orgasm, the boys shot their steamy loads against the side of her house.
"AHHHHH!" Miss Rogers shrieked.
With her legs high in the air, she went into helpless spasms, her tiny cunt grinding and nipping around the huge plastic vibrator. It shot from her cunt as if propelled from a gun, flying across the room to land on the rug. Oblivious, Miss Rogers writhed and shrieked until her dizzying climax had ended.
At last she blinked and looked around for the vibrator. When she saw it lying halfway across the room, she blushed deeply and hung her head in shame.
"Oh, God," she said, "what have I come to?"
Nevertheless she retrieved the thing carefully, cleaned it off, and stored it away in its box. Staggering to her bed, she switched off the light, and in the darkness the boys could hear her deep sighs.
"Christ," said Sam as they walked away down the alley, "how do you like that? Replaced by a machine."
"Yeah, that thing worked pretty well," said Rusty. "Ol' Rogers sure got off on it. But I got a feeling she'd rather have a real live cock. I just gotta think of a way for us to get to her."
"Fat chance," Billy sighed. "We're just kids to her."
Rusty privately agreed, but he didn't say so. He was the leader of this little gang, it was his job to keep up his troops' spirits, and he would never say anything discouraging.
"Let's make one more sweep of the neighborhood before we go home," he said. "We might turn up something new."
Billy and Sam agreed, and they prowled the alleys again. Rita's curtains were still drawn, but in the last alley they explored, they finally found a lighted bedroom window without the shades pulled. The house belonged to Lyle and Betty Ames, a couple in their early forties, whom the boys knew slightly. At the moment the bedroom was empty, but the boys stationed themselves outside the window, hoping for a show.
Presently Betty Ames entered the room and began to unbutton her cotton housedress. She left the door open, and the boys could hear the TV going, guns and sirens reverberating from some cop show. Betty looked in that direction and frowned.
"Hey, Lyle," she called, "aren't you coming to bed?"
"Yeah, yeah," came Lyle's voice, "in a minute. Wanta see the rest of this show."
Betty stuck out her tongue.
She went on undressing, and the boys moved closer to the window. This was going to be well worth seeing. Betty Ames was a petite redhead with big thrusting tits and an ample ass. The boys had often ogled her when she walked to or from the supermarket in tight pants and clinging shirt. More than once she'd unknowingly given them hard-ons.
Betty unbuttoned her dress all the way down the front and let it drop to the floor. She kicked it away viciously. She pulled off her pink slip and threw it at the wall. Clearly Betty was in a foul mood, but the boys didn't mind--just as long as she kept stripping. She stood there in a matching bikini bra and panty set of pink lace, scowling in the direction of the blaring TV.
Betty stamped toward the door, her large thrusting tits bouncing heavily in the loose bra, her big round ass undulating like a sack of cats in the tight panties. She leaned out the bedroom door and shouted.
"Lyle, goddam it, you better come to bed!" she called angrily. "You gotta work tomorrow!"
Lyle responded with a loud belch, and the TV went on blaring.
"Bastard," said Betty.
She stamped back into the room, red hair flying, big tits jiggling. She unhooked her bra and angrily threw it across the room. The boys almost fell over each other staring at her big naked jugs. They weren't quite as big as Rita's, but they were much bigger than average, big round bouncy boobs with large pink nipples.
"Nice," Sam said hoarsely, "real nice."
"Yeah, I'll say," Rusty sighed. "Lyle must be nuts. I'd sure as hell rather be in there playing with her tits than watching the damned TV."
"All grownups are crazy," Billy commented.
Pouting, Betty Ames stood before her dresser mirror and cupped her heavy round tits, bouncing them a little, letting them jiggle enticingly. They were really nice tits, and she clearly knew it. She grinned wickedly and wiggled her ample shapely butt, as if performing for an imaginary lover.
Then she sighed and said, "Aw, hell, what's the use? He's in love with Telly Savalas."
She suddenly tugged down her panties and flung them away. Her bush was large and flaming red like the hair on her head. Her waist curved in sharply, emphasizing her wide feminine hips and ass. The breathtaking curve of her figure and the thick copper triangle of her snatch made the boys inch closer to the window. Their cocks went hard, and they began to pant.
"Oh, man," said Rusty, "isn't she something else? What a body!"
"Yeah," Sam moaned, "and to think it's going to waste while that jerk watches the boob tube."
"All grownups are crazy," Billy told them again.
Betty flaunted her fantastic figure before the mirror, caressing her big creamy jugs, running her hands up and down her soft firm body. She thrust her hips forward aggressively and touched the bright-red puff of her cunt. She pressed it, and her little pink tongue flashed out to lick her lips.
"Oh, shit," she whimpered, "I could shoot that fuckin' TV ..."
Even the inexperienced boys were beginning to understand what was bothering Betty Ames. The woman was obviously horny, but her husband seemed more interested in the fantasy land of television than in his own gorgeous lusty wife. Maybe they'd been married a long time, maybe he was bored with her, but to the horny spying boys it seemed an incredible waste of sex.
Betty slowly slipped her index finger inside the pouting lips of her cunt and stroked her clit. The boys caught just a glimpse of it, a fat bright-red lump of flesh. She whimpered softly as she rubbed the tender button, and they saw a trickle of cunt cream running down her inner thighs.
"Damn you, Lyle Ames," she whispered, "get your ass in here ..."
The TV thundered on as Kojak brought thugs to justice and Betty Ames stood before her mirror frigging herself. Her finger was quickly soaked and glistening with her pussy cream, and her aroused clit swelled up and peeked out between the fat furry lips of her cunt. Her eyes fluttered, and she moaned softly.
"Damn you, Lyle," she whined, "damn you ... I'm soooo horny ..."
The TV clicked off at last. Betty blushed and grabbed a kleenex to wipe off her cream-soaked finger. She dashed for the bed and spread herself out on it enticingly, raising one leg to show a glimpse of her wet scarlet pussy with its delicate fringe of copper hairs. Her big plump jugs rose and fell heavily. She assumed a sexy little grin.
Lyle Ames walked into the bedroom. He was a big burly guy whose muscular frame the boys had often envied. He worked at the mill and was strong as a bull. He didn't have much hair left on his head, but dark hair matted his arms, legs and chest. He was a tough-looking dude, all right, and the boys shrank back a little into the shadows. If Lyle Ames caught them peeping in his window, he'd reduce them to a pulp with no effort at all.
As his wife watched him hungrily, Lyle got undressed. His shoulders were broad and powerful, his chest huge, his arms and legs knotted with hard muscle. His cock and balls hung limp from a thick bush of black hairs. He didn't seem much better hung than Rusty, but his powerful adult male body was very impressive.
"Enjoy your show, honey?" said Betty.
"Uh," said Lyle, following up with a loud belch. Lyle wasn't much of a talker. He scratched his hair-matted chest, stretched, yawned, and ambled over to the bed. He reached for the bedside lamp to turn it off, but Betty seized his wrist and gave a coy giggle.
"Uh?" said Lyle.
"I'd rather make love with the light on," Betty said huskily as she reached for his cock.
Lyle stood there staring at her as she crouched before him and hungrily petted and squeezed his nut sac and soft wrinkled cock. It was as if he didn't understand what she wanted--and the boys groaned. Even Lyle couldn't be that dumb. After a moment, however, his puzzled frown left, and his nostrils flared. His cock suddenly went rigid and stiff in Betty's busy hand.
"You wanta ball?" he said.
"Lyle," Betty sighed, "you're so romantic."
That one went right past him. Lyle simply grunted and crawled onto the bed, his thick six-inch cock sticking out lewdly before him. The head was purple and knobby, the stalk fat and pale and blue-veined. Betty eyed his fierce erection and licked her lips.
Lyle rolled over beside her, grabbed her, and flung her roughly onto her back. He started to crawl on top of her, when Betty's face flamed angrily and she gave him a rough push, showing amazing strength for such a small woman. Lyle landed on his back, looking dumbfounded.
"Hey whatsa matter?" he said. "I thought you wanted to fuck."
"I do," Betty said hotly, "but, Christ, Lyle, do we always have to do it the same way? I mean, all you ever do is jump on me and hump. There's more to lovemaking than that."
Now Lyle looked angry. "You gonna start that shit again?" he said. "I keep telling you, Betty, I don't go for all that kinky stuff. It ain't natural. And I ain't gonna go down on you, so just forget it."
Betty looked like she was going to cry, but she managed to control it. "All right, Lyle," she said meekly, "I won't ask you to go down on me, but could I just play with your cock a little? Please?"
Lyle glared at her. "I don't know where you get these freaky ideas," he said. "But if it'll get you off my back, okay. Don't take all night, though. I wanta fuck and get to sleep.'
"I know, Lyle, I know," Betty sighed.
He flopped back on the bed, and Betty eagerly knelt beside him, dipping her face into his crotch. As the boys watched breathlessly, she cupped his swollen red balls and gently massaged them. With her other hand she lifted his stiff prick to her lips. Her wet little tongue darted out and began to race around and around the fat swollen purple head of his cock.
Lyle stared impatiently at the ceiling.
"Jesus, the guy's crazy," Sam moaned. "That's so far out, what she's doing to him, and he doesn't even appreciate it."
"Yeah, look at that," Billy said longingly. "Can you imagine having a chick play with your balls and lick your cock? That gorilla doesn't know how good he's got it."
"If she was doing that to me, I'd sure as hell appreciate it," Rusty sighed. "He doesn't deserve her."
Betty Ames licked hungrily around and around the knobby purple head of her husband's thick stiff cock. After a few moments of this, his dark slit mouth began to ooze thick cream, and she eagerly lapped it up, rolling it on her tongue and savoring it before swallowing.
"Ummm," she moaned, "oh, Lyle, honey, this really turns me on."
"Uh," said Lyle, frowning. "I bet this is how Commies do it. I tell ya, Betty, it ain't natural."
Unnatural or not, Betty clearly got off on licking her husband's fat hot dick, on lapping up his juice and tasting it. She licked faster and faster, moaning softly in her excitement, and the boys could see thick pussy cream trickling down her thighs. Suddenly she fastened her ripe red mouth around the head of Lyle's cock and sucked it deep into her mouth.
"HEY!" Lyle yelped.
"UMMM," Betty moaned.
She was sucking him furiously, hungrily, her mouth zipping up and down his fat cock. Lyle grabbed her by the hair and jerked her off his dick. He was glaring.
"None of that sick stuff, dammit," he said. "How many times do I have to tell you, Betty? I don't go for kinky sex. Now we're gonna fuck like normal people, and that's that."
He pushed Betty onto her back and leaped on top of her. His hard muscled legs forced her thighs apart, and the boys saw him jam his thick hard prick into her wet hair-fringed hole. He pushed in roughly, quickly, till his fat taut balls rubbed her creamy red pussy.
"Yeah," he whined, "this is more like it..."
Lyle's butt muscles clenched, and his tight ass flew as he fucked Betty fast and roughly. Over his broad shoulder the boys could see Betty's face. She was blinking back tears. Lyle panted and fucked, balled her furiously-for about thirty seconds. Then he moaned and came. His ass jerked busily for a moment, and then he rolled off Betty and climbed under the covers. Almost instantly he started to snore.
Betty just lay there looking at him. Tears streamed down her face. She was obviously unsatisfied with his lovemaking, but it was clear that she couldn't change his technique. Lyle was a classic male chauvinist pig, thinking only of his own pleasure, not recognizing his wife's needs.
"Bastard," Betty hissed.
Lyle just went on snoring, and she sighed and turned out the light.
The boys walked home angrily discussing the situation at the Ames house. They agreed that Lyle didn't deserve a gorgeous sexy chick like Betty and that she needed a better lover.
"We're going over there tomorrow while he's at work," Rusty announced. "We're gonna help her out."
Sam snorted. "Aw, she wouldn't even look twice at us," he said.
"Oh, I don't know," Rusty said with a grin. "Rita did ..."
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day Rusty and his friends all bathed and put on clean jeans and spent a long time combing their hair before they met in the alley behind Rusty's house. Billy even made the supreme sacrifice of putting on clean socks, though he'd vowed to wear the same pair all summer. They all looked spiffy and handsome, but Rusty was afraid they'd appear far too young to Betty Ames.
Nevertheless they had to try. "It's a mission of mercy," Rusty told his troops. "I mean, it'd be a mercy to her and to us if we could get together. Come on, men--we've got a lady in distress."
"Right," chorused Billy and Sam.
They marched over to Betty Ames' house and found her in her back yard mowing the lawn. She was wearing red shorts and a skimpy red top that looked like a flimsy bra. Her big milky jugs bounced delightfully as she pushed the mower. Betty herself didn't look very happy-and the boys thought they knew why.
They hopped the fence, Rusty in the lead, and Betty looked up in surprise.
"Hi, Mrs. Ames," Rusty said quickly, giving her what he considered his sexiest grin. "My buddies and I were just passing by, and we saw you mowing the lawn. That's kinda hard work for a woman. We'd be glad to do it for you."
Betty smiled. "Why, that's sweet of you, kids," she said. "I'd really appreciate it. There's some other heavy work to be done, too, if you don't mind. I'll pay you, of course."
Rusty wished he could tell her what kind of payment they had in mind, but he knew better than to move in too fast. He set about mowing the lawn, while Billy and Sam helped Betty clean out the tool shed. They worked for about an hour, till it was noon and too hot to continue.
"Whew," Betty said, wiping her forehead, "it's gonna be another scorcher. Let's sit back here in the shade and rest awhile. I'll get us some cold lemonade."
"I'd rather have some hot pussy," Sam muttered after she'd started for the house.
"Whaddya think, Rusty?" said Billy eagerly. "You think we're getting anywhere?"
Rusty sighed and shook his head. "Not so far," he said. "She's treating us just like little kids. I'll think of something, though. At least we got a good location."
Betty had directed the boys to a shady spot at the back of the lot, a cool grove entirely surrounded by trees. No one could see them there. There was a blanket and a bottle of suntan lotion, suggesting that Betty often relaxed here. Presently she came back with the lemonade and some glasses.
"I certainly appreciate your help, boys," she said as she poured drinks for them all. "In this day and age, it's unusual for kids to be so courteous."
"We're not little kids, Mrs. Ames," said Rusty. "Sam and I are fourteen, and Billy'll be fourteen in the fall."
Betty chuckled. "Well, honey," she said, "I'm forty, so fourteen seems awful young to me."
After giving the boys their lemonade, Betty stretched out on the blanket face down. "Ow," she said, rubbing her shoulder, "I think I got a sunburn."
Rusty leaped to the occasion. "Would you like me to rub some lotion on your back, Mrs. Ames?" he said eagerly.
"Oh, that would be great, Rusty," she sighed. "You're such a nice boy ..."
"Nicer than you know," Rusty said softly.
While Billy and Sam watched with their fingers crossed, Rusty took the suntan lotion, smeared a big glob in his hand, and began to rub Betty's back. Her tiny halter was secured by only one thin strap that tied in back. She signed blissfully as he worked the cool soothing lotion into her sunburned skin.
Rusty started with her shoulders and worked slowly down her silky warm back till he touched the little strap of her halter. "I'll just untie this thing, Mrs. Ames," he said carefully. "It's in the way."
"Ummm-hmm," Betty murmured, half dazed with sunlight and sensual pleasure.
Rusty shot his friends a grin, then untied the little strap holding her halter together. The flimsy garment wafted down, revealing the big plump outer moons of her large breasts. Rusty glopped more lotion onto his hands and began massaging her back, working steadily down toward the pale curve of her tits.
"Ummm, that feels so nice," Betty sighed.
She had her eyes closed, a little smile of bliss on her face as Rusty slowly massaged her back and ribs. He worked so carefully and gradually that Betty didn't seem to notice when his hands slid down her sides and touched the plump bulges of her tits. Rusty licked his lips, swallowed hard, and continued his slick massage, working lower and lower. He was actually rubbing her tits now, at least the outer curves. Billy and Sam crawled silently closer to watch.
"Ummm," Betty murmured, "ummm ..."
Rusty got ready for the big move. He suddenly slipped his lotion-slick hands under her, cupping her huge ripe tits, feeling her nubby nipples poking his palms. Before she could react, he set to work massaging her tits fast and hungrily. Billy and Sam held their breath.
Betty's reaction was strange. When she first felt Rusty's hands sliding down over her nipples, she gave a gasp and raised her head. She stared straight ahead as he started to squeeze and fondle her round warm jugs. She stayed that way a moment, as if hypnotized, and then her eyes fluttered and she flushed faintly.
"Ohhh," she moaned softly.
She sank down again, her cushiony boobs overflowing Rusty's busy hands, and her eyes fluttered shut. A funny little smile twisted her ripe red lips. Her butt gave a horny little wriggle.
"UMMMM," she sighed.
Rusty and his pals gave a big sigh of relief. Mrs. Ames wasn't going to get mad. She was letting Rusty fondle her boobs. That was a damned good start. Her blush indicated that she was a little embarrassed, but her smile suggested that she was enjoying herself too much to make Rusty stop.
Rusty hungrily fondled her slick firm boobs, and he felt his cock going hard and horny in his jeans. He would have liked to throw himself on her, tug down her shorts, and try to fuck her, but he knew better than to move too fast. He'd done just fine so far. He had to keep gently lulling and relaxing her, take each step gradually. He jerked his head toward the bottle of sun tan lotion, and Sam caught on instantly, answering him with a grin.
Sam poured a puddle of lotion onto Rusty's palm, and Rusty slipped it back under Betty's soft trembling tit, making his massage slick again. Sam poured some lotion on his own hands and began rubbing Betty's lower back, working steadily down toward her ripe round ass. If Betty noticed that a second pair of hands were massaging her, she said nothing. She just sighed deeply.
Rusty felt they might be getting somewhere. Betty's tits had been soft and limp when he first touched them, but as he massaged her, her big creamy boobs started to throb and then to swell.
They got bigger and tighter and hotter, and her nipples went hard and bumpy against his palms. He seized her -nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tweaked them gently.
"Ohhhh," Betty whimpered.
Rusty looked at Billy, then at Betty's tight red shorts. Billy got the idea. He unbuttoned her shorts and quickly tugged open the zipper. He pulled her shorts down, revealing a tiny pair of pink bikini panties. Betty's round plump buttocks wriggled like cantaloupes in the .changing garment.
Billy pulled down her panties and got them off. The boys stared hungrily at her round smooth wriggling ass. Sam quickly slipped his lotion-slick hands onto the quivering mounds and began to massage her butt. Betty gave a hoarse moan but said not a word of protest.
She was blushing but obviously unable to resist the pleasure they were giving her. Billy got into the act now, rubbing lotion onto his hands and starting to massage Betty's legs. He worked from her ankles quickly up to her thighs, and all the while he eyed her crotch--hidden now because Betty still kept her legs tightly closed.
Rusty and his friends exchanged feverish glances. It looked like they were on the verge of success. Betty was naked, moaning, clearly enjoying their touch. The only question was, would she let them proceed from massage to sex?
Each boy did his bit to lull the buxom housewife into a sensual stupor. Rusty kept massaging her big silky tits till they were swollen with arousal like hot tight balloons. Sam vigorously molded and squeezed her ample round ass. Little Billy worked his hands closer and closer to their ultimate goal, her pussy.
"Ann," Betty sighed, her eyes fluttering.
If she didn't panic of object after the boys stripped her and all started touching her, perhaps she'd let them go all the way. Rusty hoped so, but he remembered how Rita had gotten stiff and shy at the last moment, just before they fucked her, and how he'd had to play with her pussy to get her mellowed out. Maybe that would be a good idea with Betty. Rusty remembered how she'd wanted her husband to go down on her.
He signaled Billy to change places with him. Billy eagerly moved up her lush writhing body and slipped his hands under her to cup and squeeze her ripe round tits. Rusty moved down to massage her thighs. He moved faster than Billy, but he wasn't rough. Gently but steadily he worked his fingers upward till he was touching the first crisp coppery hairs of her cunt.
Sweating anxiously, Rusty extended a finger and touched the flesh of her pussy. It was scorching hot and dripping wet. She was horny all right. He felt around till he found the fat lump of her clit, steamy and throbbing with life. He briskly rubbed the plump hot button.
"Ooooo!" Betty squealed.
Just as with Rita, her clit proved to be the key to her response. Apparently it gave her dizzying pleasure to be touched there. Knowing this, Rusty figured they were ready for action. As long as he could touch and stimulate her clit, he had power over her.
"Let's turn her over," he said to his friends. They quickly rolled Betty over on the blanket. She was delicious to look at, her thick long red hair tousled around her flushed face, her blue eyes glowing hotly, her enormous round jugs swollen and ripe. Her pink nipples stood up tautly. Her cunt was swollen and gaping, showing the fat pink lump of her clit.
"Oh, my gosh," she said dazedly. "Boys, I didn't mean things to go this far ..."
She was looking down at her naked body, then at the leering young teenagers. She blushed furiously and tried to cover her tits, but it would have taken larger hands than hers to do that. Her wide eyes darted to the boys' crotches, and she saw the sharp tenting, the obvious hard lines of their erect cocks.
"Oh, my gosh," she said again, and tried to get up.
Rusty threw himself between her legs. There wasn't a moment to lose. He roughly pushed apart her silky thighs and jammed his face into her steamy wet crotch. Luckily her fat red clit was sticking right up, easy to locate. He pressed his mouth onto the soaked hot button and began to suck it like crazy.
"OOOOOOO!" Betty shrieked.
When she first felt Rusty's hot sucking mouth on her sensitive clit, she stiffened and gasped. Then as the dizzying pleasure washed over her, she shrieked with delight and fell back limp on the blanket, opening her legs wide. Obviously she couldn't resist the pleasure of having her clit sucked. Her voluptuous body quivered and flushed all over.
"Ohhhh," she whined, "ahhhh ..." Rusty felt the horny transformation of her pussy. As he hungrily sucked her clit, he felt her whole scarlet gash swelling up plump and taut. It went from light pink to bright rose. Her cunt spewed steamy juice that soaked his face. Her aroused slit grew boiling hot. As with Rita, her hot wet pussy meant she was ready to fuck.
But Rusty knew that with grownups it wasn't so simple. Betty might be aching for sex, but her conscience might hold her back. Rita had said she couldn't go around fucking a bunch of junior high kids. There was no logical reason for that, just her silly adult conscience. Rusty had to go on stimulating Betty till her conscience was blotted out completely.
His friends lent a hand, lying down on either side of Betty and playing happily with her big wobbling jugs. They recalled how Rita had enjoyed that. Sam hogged her right tit, Billy her left, and they applied hot stiff tongues to her taut tender nipples.
"Ummmm!" Betty whined. "Ahhhhh ..."
Sam and Billy plunged their hot juicy mouths down on her erect pink nipples and began to suck them hungrily. Betty moaned with delight. Clearly her tits were just as sensitive as Rita's. Rusty raised his head a little and got a good close-up view of her swollen wet slit.
He could see the gaping drooling mouth of her cunt, with its bright fringe of red hairs. Around it her rosy pussylips were fat and beaded with juice. He stuck out his tongue and trailed it in the fat folds of her cuntlips, rimmed the squirting mouth of her hot little box. Betty shrieked with delight.
"Ahhh, Christ, that feels so good!" she moaned.
Rusty decided it was time to come to the point.
"Mrs. Ames," he said hoarsely, "we gotta tell you something. Last night we happened to be going down the alley, and we saw you and your husband making out. We saw what your problem was. We'd sure like to help you out. For instance, I know he won't do this to you ..."
Rusty demonstrated, tickling her swollen little clit with the tip of his tongue, then running it down and rimming her squirting cunt mouth. He licked her all over, from the wrinkled brown mouth of her asshole right up to her hot clit. Betty moaned and moaned.
"We can do all that for you," Rusty said breathlessly, "and we can fuck, too. We can hold out lots longer than your husband, and there's three of us. We'll never tell anybody, honest. We wouldn't wanta spoil a good thing, see? Please, Mrs. Ames, get it on with us. It makes a lot of sense."
Betty had listened carefully to Rusty's speech. She regarded the boys with hot glazed eyes, still writhing with pleasure from their hot tongue-play with her tits and pussy. She was blushing with shame, but her cunt went on dribbling hot horny cream. Clearly she was torn. Rusty encouraged her by gently rubbing her clit.
"Oh, God," she moaned at last, "I can't resist. If you knew how it's been, making it with nobody but Lyle all these years... Oh, hell, yes. YES! Let's do it! I'll worry about it later. I just know I'm starved for good sex ..."
The boys could understand that, having watched Lyle perform. Each boy inwardly vowed to do his very best to please the lovely sex-starved redhead. Rusty and his friends quickly stripped, and Betty watched them, her glowing eyes darting to their erect young cocks.
One thing about Betty Ames, once she made up her mind, she showed no more hesitation or silly prudery. She frankly ogled the boys' stiff swollen young dicks, and she began to grin when Rusty crawled between her soft white thighs. She didn't disguise the fact that she was really looking forward to getting decently fucked.
"I hope you guys weren't handing me any bullshit," she said, "because I'm really up for this. I want everything you promised."
"Oh, you'll get it, ma'am," Rusty said earnestly. "But just tell me something. Last night your husband said he wouldn't go down on you. Just what does that mean? Tell me, and I'll do it."
Betty sighed. "I think Lyle learned about fucking from a Neanderthal sex manual," she said. "All he knows is to jump on a woman and ball for about thirty seconds. He doesn't believe in arousing me. But a woman really like a little foreplay. You can touch her, lick her, suck her. But I'd really like you to go down on me, kid-and that's just what you were doing before, licking and kissing my pussy. You know what a pussy is, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am," chorused the grinning boys.
Rusty knelt between her legs and thrust his face into her steamy wet slit. He licked her like he'd done before, from her small wrinkled asshole through the slick fat lips of her pussy, right up to the tender fat lump of her clit. Betty moaned loudly and enjoyed every moment of it, creaming all over his face.
"Oh, wow," she sighed, "that's heaven ... First time I ever had my pussy eaten, and it's better than I dreamed ... Christ, I wish I could get Lyle to do that, but he thinks it's a Commie plot."
"To hell with him," Sam said boldly. "You got us."
She certainly did. The three eager boys surrounded her, their slim young cock hard as rocks and drooling a steady stream of bright juice. Their rosy nuts were swollen up taut and aching. Betty eyed the three ready sets of cocks and balls, then laughed good-naturedly.
"Looks like you guys are pretty horny," she said. "Okay, let's get on with it."
Rusty went first by unspoken agreement, since he was the leader. He raised his cream-soaked face from her seething slit, grinned, and seized his rigid prick. He directed the cherry-red head into the steamy slick pit of Betty's cunt, while she watched with undisguised eagerness.
"Yeah, yeah, kid, put it in me!" she panted. "Oh, man, you guys got me sooo horny ..."
Rusty could tell that. The mouth of her cunt was blazing hot and flooded with juice. Sighing blissfully he wedged the fat head of his dick into her, then pushed forward. Slowly, deliriously, he penetrated the hot wet sheath of her twat. Her strong cunt muscles gripped and tugged his prick.
"Aww, man!" Rusty whined.
"Ummmm," Betty moaned, "oh, yeah, deeper, baby, deeper ... Yeah, now you're in ... Fuck me hard, kid-and for God's sake, make it last awhile..."
That was going to be a tough order to fill. Rusty was already hotly excited just from playing with Betty's lush mature body, -and his cock ached to explode in her fantastically hot slick hole. He gritted his teeth and fucked her slowly and deeply, determined to last longer than Lyle. He knew their whole success with Betty depended on fucking her better than her husband did.
"Ahhhh," Betty sighed, "that's really good, kid ... Oh, yeah ... You're pretty well hung, you know? Ummmmm, YES!"
She lay with her legs wide open for Rusty, her big white tits heaving, her eyes rolling... Billy and Sam, squatting nearby, ogled her hungrily, anxious for their turn with her. It was exciting to watch her arousal, the way she grinned and moaned, the way her mature hair-fringed cunt leaked cream all over Rusty's flapping balls.
Rusty was managing to hold out okay, but somehow Betty didn't seem satisfied. She writhed impatiently and kept glancing hungrily at Sam's pale freckled cock which hugged hard against his belly. She seemed about to speak, but then she blushed. At last, with a giggle, she managed to tell them what was on her mind.
"Hey, I wanta try something," she panted. "Roll me on my side. Yeah. Now you, the redhead, come here..."
The boys had no idea what she wanted, but they leaped to obey. They'd do anything to please Betty. Rusty rolled onto his side, taking Betty with him, and continued working his stiff cock slowly and deeply in her seething gripping cunt. Sam approached them, looking puzzled.
"Lie down behind me," Betty instructed breathlessly. "Yeah, like that. Now-stick your cock in my asshole."
The kids weren't sure they'd heard her right.' They'd never dreamed of doing it to a woman that way. Sam eyed Betty's little clenched brownie. It might be fun to stick his swollen dick into that tight little hole, but was that really what she wanted?
"Your asshole?" he said.
"Yeah," panted Betty, "I hear that's a lotta fun. Come on, kid, get with it. Just stick it in!"
Sam shrugged and pressed the hard head of his cock against the tight wrinkled mouth of her asshole. Betty gave an excited squeal and relaxed her anal muscles, letting the slick head of his dick pop into her tight brownie. He pushed, and he felt his stiff meat sliding into a deliriously tight hot passage.
"Oh, WOW!" Sam yelped. "Hey, this is really far out..."
Betty was beyond words. She bawled her sharp pleasure as Sam's slim hard prick slowly penetrated her tight little asshole. Rusty could feel her cunt contracting and juicing all around his probing dick. He could feel Sam's cock, too, sliding in next to his, separated only by a thin membrane. That made Betty's hot box even tighter.
"Ohhh, Christ," she whined, "fantastic... Fuck me, boys, fuck me... Jesus, that's good . .."
Two hard young cocks stuffed her belly, reamed and jerked in her cunt and ass. Betty responded with ecstatic cries and horny writhings of her hips and pussy. Both her creamy tight twat and her fiery-hot asshole tightened and tugged and gripped greedily. Rusty and Sam wailed with delight as they felt their horny dicks deliriously squeezed.
Only Billy was left out of the fun.
The thirteen-year-old kept pushing a thick lock of blond hair from his eyes, looking more than ever like a sheepdog-only a lonely one this time. He watched his two buddies fucking the wailing red-haired housewife, poking their stiff dicks in her cunt and asshole, while he had to stay on the sidelines. He didn't want to wreck the scene with Mrs. Ames, but at last his horny impatience was too much.
"Hey, you guys," Billy said mournfully, "what about ME?"
They all paused briefly in their writhing and moaning to look at him. Poor Billy had the stiffest cock of all by now, bloated almost to bursting, weeping big drops of horny juice. They could understand how he felt, but what to do?
"Well, Jesus, Billy," Rusty panted, "there's only two holes. You gotta wait."
"N-No, he doesn't," Betty panted. "I'll take care of him. Come here, kid. Sony I forgot about you."
Billy trotted over, and Betty grabbed him by the waist and pulled him down to sit on her big creamy heaving tits. His taut balls rested on her chin. His expression changed from bewilderment to delight as Betty eased down his stiff little cock and popped it into her mouth. She started sucking on it greedily.
"Oh, WOW!" Billy squealed. "Yeah, yeah, suck my cock, Mrs. Ames ..."
Now everyone was happily occupied.
Rusty blissfully worked his straining cock in Betty's fiery wet cunt. Sam squealed with pleasure as his swollen dick probed her tight slick asshole. Billy bounced happily on her big cushiony tits while she loudly sucked his horny little prick in her juicy mouth.
As for Betty Ames, it was a dream come true. She'd been married to Lyle for twenty years, had never fucked anybody else, and had grown so sexually frustrated that she was constantly horny. She'd fantasized about making it with other men, but the fantasy hadn't been nearly as good as what she was experiencing now. With three strong young cocks probing every orifice and racking her body with pleasure, Betty reached the heights of ecstasy.
"Ummmm," she murmured, sucking loudly and wetly on Billy's fat tasty dick, "ummmm, UHHHHH..."
Betty began to come, her lush cushiony body rocking wildly. The boys had to cling to her to keep from being thrown off. Rusty howled and shot his steamy load into her seething cunt. Sam whined blissfully as he squirted his hot jism deep into her bowels. Billy squealed with delight as he gushed thick cum into her throat. At last the strange quartet of lovers fell apart, panting and sighing.
"My God," Betty gasped, "you guys weren't kidding! That was a fantastic fuck! I want you to come back again real soon. Not tomorrow--that's Lyle's day off. But very very soon ..."
CHAPTER SIX
The next night Rusty and his friends assembled in the alley, horny and ready for adventure. They were quickly discovering an old truth, that the more you fuck, the more you want to. Unfortunately Betty had warned them not to come over, as it was Lyle's day off, so there was no one for them to fuck.
"Well, we'll just have to hold out till tomorrow," Rusty said wistfully. "Tonight well have to be content with just watching."
"Yeah, but watching who?" said Billy. "Now that Rita started pulling her curtains, there's nobody but Miss Rogers."
"Then Miss Rogers will have to do," said Rusty. "She's not so bad, really. But let's walk around awhile first and see if there's anything new."
The three friends patrolled the dark alleys for a while, but there wasn't anything worth watching. The same guy doing pushups, the same old lady reading in bed. They saw Mr. Reeves, the crabby fat druggist, watching TV and picking his nose, which was hardly a turn-on. They began to get discouraged.
In the next alley, however, they came across something interesting. Mr. Hackett, the prissy town librarian, was in his bedroom, taking off his clothes. Although Rusty and his friends didn't get off on watching men undress, they were curious. They always welcomed a chance to compare cocks with adult males. They sneaked up close to the window.
Hackett, a thin bald guy with horn-rimmed glasses, was not a favorite of theirs. He was always telling them to shut up in the library, and once he found them in the sex section and forbade them to read the books. They never forgave him for that. He was mincing and mean, a real pain in the ass.
Hackett stood before his dresser and took off his tie and shoes and socks, then his black suit that made him look like an undertaker. He removed his starched white shirt, his T-shirt, and finally his shorts. The boys snickered and pushed each other. Poor ol' Hackett sure wasn't much to look at. No wonder he never married.
His skin was flabby and wormy-white, his ribs stuck out, and his legs were pitifully skinny. He had three sad-looking little black hairs on his chest.
But the boys' greatest glee came from looking at Hackett's cock. It was about three inches long and very thin. His balls were about the size of large marbles.
"Poor sonofabitch," said Sam.
"Yeah, he's a fuckin' dwarf," said Billy.
"He deserves it," said Rusty, "for being mean to kids."
Hackett himself did not seem at all dismayed by his pitiful physique and puny endowments. He grinned at himself in the mirror, tweaked his pencil-thin mustache, and flexed his miniscule biceps. Then he opened the top dresser drawer and took out a large framed picture and set it up.
The picture was in color and showed an incredibly endowed brunette, stark naked, legs far apart, stroking her own pussy. She was leering, and her wanton eyes seemed to meet those of the viewer. Hackett leered back at her, seized his tiny limp dick, and started to jack off.
Rusty, Billy and Sam grabbed each other and started rolling around on the ground in a fit of suppressed laughter. The sight of old Hackett frigging himself before a lewd girlie picture was too much for them. Hackett was grinning away like he thought he was a sexy movie star or something, leering at the girl. His tiny cock got hard but no bigger than before.
Hackett pointed his little stiff dick at the photo of the masturbating brunette and began to fist himself faster and faster. His face got red, his eyes bugged, and he started to pant loudly. At that point the boys couldn't hold out any longer. They burst into loud raucous laughter right outside the window.
Hackett whirled at the sound, and just then he came, showering the window with thick white cum. Rusty and his friends tore out of Hackett's yard, screaming with laughter. It was the best revenge they could have had on the grouchy librarian.
"Oh, man, too much," Sam snickered.
"Or Hackett frigging himself," Billy giggled. "Outta sight!"
"Yeah, that was a good one," Rusty agreed, "but it sure didn't turn me on. I'm ready to look at GIRLS! Let's get over to Miss Rogers' place and see what she's doing. It's just about her bedtime."
His friends agreed, and they jogged through the dark alleys till they came to Emily Rogers' house. Luck was with them. The spinster schoolteacher still hadn't remembered to pull her bedroom curtains. The room was brightly lit, and as the boys settled into their hiding place, Miss Rogers entered the room.
She sighed loudly and started to undress. She was in her usual prim getup, the mannish suit that flattened her pretty tits and hid the luscious gentle curves of her tall slim finger. As before, the boys breathed a sigh of relief and admiration when she removed the pins from her hair and let the shining thick brown curls fall down her back.
Miss Rogers undressed more quickly than usual, though still neatly folding her clothes and putting them away. She seemed anxious to get undressed. She kept looking at the top dresser drawer and blushing.
"Bet she's gonna use that vibrator again," said Sam.
"Yeah," said Rusty, "she really got off on it last time. I guess it would be the next best thing to a cock."
"We oughta get her and ol' Rumbaugh together," said Billy. "That'd be a kick to watch."
"I've been thinking that myself," said Rusty. "We'll work on it. It's too late tonight, though."
Their hunch proved correct, for when Miss Rogers was naked, she opened the drawer with trembling hands and took out the long thick white plastic vibrator. She carried it carefully over to the bed, blushing right down to her toes. It was clear that she felt ashamed of herself for masturbating but that she couldn't resist the pleasure she got from her new toy.
She lay down on the bed in her usual position, on her back, slim legs spread wide, with her crotch toward the window. The gawking boys had a wonderful view of her pretty pink slit. It was more delicate than Rita's or Betty's, the hair lighter, the flesh a more delicate pink. Her shadowed cunt mouth looked very tiny.
"Wow, she's got such a beautiful pussy," Billy sighed. "I wish we could touch it."
"Yeah, me, too," said Rusty, "and she sure needs a man. But she's not like Betty or Rita. I don't think she'd ever do it with us."
"Yeah," said Sam wistfully, "she'd have a fit if we even mentioned it."
They watched longingly as the pretty, slim schoolteacher started her vibrator. She was blushing hotly, and her hand trembled as she brought the buzzing contraption down between her legs. She moved it slowly over her crotch, stimulating herself from her little light-brown asshole up to her small nub of a clit.
"Ahhhh," Miss Rogers sighed.
She took her time, obviously enjoying the vibrations, and slowly her slit went from light pink to a bright rosy flush of arousal. It swelled up plump and tight, and her little dark cunt mouth began to leak juice. She spread her legs wider, and the boys could see the tiny twitching bump of her clit between the softly furred lips of her cunt.
Miss Rogers placed the rounded end of the vibrator on her small fat clit and let the thing buzz away. She gave a shrill squeal of pleasure, and her slim body lurched and bucked.
"Ooooo," she wailed, "eeeeee ..."
Bright juice gushed from her pussy, and her eyes rolled crazily, aimlessly. Her teeth glinted, and her little pink tongue flickered out to lick her lips. She pressed the buzzing dildo more firmly against her sensitive cut and gave a howl of delight.
"She sure is enjoying herself," Billy chuckled.
"Yeah, I suppose that feels pretty good," said Rusty, "but I bet she'd get off even more on a cock."
"Rumbaugh's cock," Sam snickered.
"Why not ours?" said Rusty. "Rita and Betty really liked it when we fucked 'em."
"You gotta be kidding, man," said Sam. "Miss Rogers'd have a fit if we even got near her."
"For sure," said Rusty. "But I been thinking-she'd bitch, of course, but if we just kept at it, got her hot like we did Betty, I bet she'd change her tune."
Sam and Billy looked at him intently. "You mean you wanta try it with her? Now?" said Billy.
"Why not?" said Rusty. "Dig-even if she says no, she can't tell anybody about this, because we saw her with that vibrator. She'll have to keep quiet if she wants us to keep quiet."
Sam grinned wickedly. "I'm for it," he said, "but how do we get into the house?"
"The window's unlocked," said Rusty. "See, it's open a little. When she gets really wrapped up in that vibrator, we'll climb in."
Sam and Billy nodded enthusiastically at their leader's plan. They turned their attention to Miss Rogers again, waiting for the best moment to invade her bedroom. The slim brunette teacher was running the buzzing cream-soaked vibrator swiftly back and forth over her pussy, moaning ecstatically- "Yes, yessss," she whimpered, "touch me there, Albert,.. Ohhhh, that's so nice ..."
"Rumbaugh again," said Sam. "She must really have the hots for that guy. I can't figure it. He looks like Porky Pig."
"She loves him for his mind, dummy," said Rusty. "Now shut up, or she'll hear us."
The boys waited, their cocks hard and ready in their tight jeans. Miss Rogers gradually drifted into a sensual trance, her eyes fluttering shut, her mouth set in a wide horny grin. She moved the buzzing thick vibrator slowly toward the wet gasping mouth of her cunt. With an excited little whimper, she began wedging the fat plastic head into her creamy little hole.
"Now," said Rusty.
The boys hurried to the window, and Rusty pushed it open as quietly as he could. They tumbled into Miss Rogers' bedroom and started toward the bed. The lusty moaning spinster didn't even notice them for a moment. She was working the humming dildo steadily up her cunt, completely absorbed in that exquisite pleasure.
Then she heard their footsteps, and her eyes popped open.
She saw three leering teenage boys looking down at her. Her mouth dropped open. She seemed utterly dazed for a moment, and then she looked down at herself. Stark naked, her legs spread lewdly wide, she had the loudly buzzing vibrator pushed halfway up her cunt.
Miss Rogers blushed a fiery red and burst into tears.
"Oh, my God!" she wailed. "Oh, NO!"
Rusty and his friends felt sorry for her. They knew how shy and modest she was, how horrified she must feel to have her former students catch her like that. With an anguished sob, she snatched the vibrator out of her twat and turned it off.
"W-What are you doing here?" she sobbed. "How dare you--"
"Miss Rogers," Rusty said quickly, "don't be upset. We were just walking by, in the alley, and we saw you. We figured you needed a man. There's nothing wrong with that. We're awful horny, and we'd really like to help you out. We'd never tell anyone, honest."
The speech had worked with Betty and Rita, but it didn't work with Miss Rogers. She gawked incredulously at the three boys, her startled eyes darting to the fat bulges at the flies of their jeans. A look of shock and outrage darkened her pretty face. She sat up on the edge of the bed and addressed the boys sternly.
"You must be insane," he said. "I'd never have sex with boys your age. I'm not a whore, not promiscuous. I'll never go to bed with any man unless I'm married to him. Now, get out before I call the police."
"You better let us stay, Miss Rogers," Rusty said, "or we'll tell people what we saw."
"Yeah," Sam snickered, "we saw you using that vibrator, frigging yourself with it."
She blushed but said coldly, "No one will believe you."
"They will when they see the pictures," Rusty said.
"Pictures?" she gasped.
"Yeah, Billy has a camera, and he took some shots of you sticking that thing up your cunt," Rusty lied quickly.
"Oh, MY GOD!" Miss Rogers moaned.
She sank back on the bed, covering her face and sobbing. Rusty nodded to his pals, and they quickly got out of their clothing. They hurried over to the bed and pulled Miss Rogers to the center where they could all touch her. Rusty began to pet her pretty cunt fluff, while Billy and Sam hotly fondled her pert apple-size tits.
She finally took her hands away from her face and, blushing deeply, said in a stricken voice, "You're going to rape me, is that it? Is that the price of your silence?"
"We don't wanta rape you, Miss Rogers," said Rusty. "We want you to enjoy it. We just want to have fun, that's all. Why don't you relax and dig it?"
"Relax?" she laughed bitterly. "Sure," said Sam, "we know how to make you feel real good, Miss Rogers. You'll like it."
"Never," she said frostily. "But since I can't stop you, since you have those pictures, go ahead and get it over with."
She screwed her eyes shut, gritted her teeth, and clenched her fists, looking about as aroused as if she were going to have a tooth drilled. The situation wasn't very promising. Miss Rogers would let them use her body, but the boys sensed it wouldn't be any fun unless she enjoyed it, too. They wanted very badly to turn her on.
"Hey, Rusty," said Sam, "you better do your thing."
"Right," said Rusty.
He'd apparently been elected chief pussy-eater for the gang, not that he minded. He was dying to get a taste of Miss Rogers' pretty little slit. He pushed her thighs open, and she didn't resist, but her smooth skin was cold and unresponsive.
"Please, don't take long," she whimpered, keeping her eyes closed. "Just do it and get it over with."
She expected Rusty to just stick his cock in her, but she was due for a surprise. Rusty hoped she liked the surprise. He went belly down between her legs, pried open the fluffy lips of her cunt, and uncovered the tiny pink dot of her clit. He stuck out his tongue and started to tickle and rim the tender little button.
"OHHHHH!" Miss Rogers gasped.
A helpless grin of pleasure flashed over her face, but she quickly looked sour again. "W-What are you doing to me?" she said nervously.
"He's licking your pussy, ma'am," said Billy. "We figured you'd like that."
"Never," said Miss Rogers, blushing hotly. "It's filthy and disgusting."
That wasn't too encouraging, but Rusty didn't give up. He licked faster and faster around the spinster's plump little clit, tickling and rimming and lashing the sensitive button. Miss Rogers held herself stiff, and her face was grim, but gradually Rusty felt her pussy getting hot, her cunt juice leaking out to wet his chin.
"Nooo," she whined, "stop ... It's nasty, wicked ..."'
Even as she protested, a big gush of hot cunt juice saturated Rusty's chin and cheeks. Her cuntlips swelled up tight and hot against his face, and her little clit got stiff and throbbing and wet. He pressed his lips to the soaked little nub and started sucking on it.
"OHHH," Miss Rogers gasped. "NOOO... AHHHH..."
Her cunt was like a molten river now, gushing hot juice all over his face, and her slit glowed with heat. She clenched her teeth to stifle her moans of pleasure and kept her eyes tightly shut as if to deny what was happening.
Rusty was getting a little annoyed. She was clearly enjoying having her pussy licked, but she was too hypocritical to admit it. He wished she was honestly lusty like Rita and Betty. This was no fun. In desperation he slipped his tongue down between her steamy slick pussylips and thrust it right up her cunt.
"AHHHH!" Miss Rogers wailed.
Hot thick cream boiled around his tongue as he worked it deep into her seething box. She was red hot and soaked inside, clearly homy as hell, yet she stubbornly refused to admit it. Her tight cunt gripped his tongue hungrily, and she shivered in silent ecstasy as he tongue-fucked her fiery hole, but she never uttered a word of appreciation. Damn her, anyhow. In fact to hell with her. Rusty didn't like phonies. He'd just fuck her, get his rocks off, and if she wanted to pretend she didn't like it that was fine with him.
Rusty raised his head, wiping her thick hot cream from his face, and crawled up tighter between her silky thighs. He gingerly bent his swollen dick down till the cherry-red head touched her gushing little cunt mouth. Miss Rogers felt his hard cock-head, and she gasped.
"No, please," she whimpered, "don't rape me!"
"Rape, hell," Rusty said angrily. "You know you're horny. You know you want it. Why can't you be honest and admit it?"
She blushed and kept quiet. Billy and Sam looked at him with some concern, seeing how angry he was, but they didn't say anything. Rusty slammed his stiff seven-incher into her creamy tight cunt, roughly penetrating her in one deep hard thrust.
"UHH!" she gasped. "No, noooo ..."
Rusty paid no attention to her hoarse protests. He flopped onto her, his hard young chest flattening her pretty wobbling tits, and he started to fuck her fast and hard, not caring if she liked it or not. He was tired of playing games. His taut belly smacked loudly against hers, and his swollen nut sac flopped briskly against her wet slit.
"Nice an' tight," he told his friends. "Hot, too. Yeah, she's real good to fuck ..."
He wasn't lying. Miss Rogers had a deliciously tight box, much smaller than Rita's or Betty's. She probably hadn't fucked very much, maybe not at all. Rusty blissfully ground his rigid prick into her hot silky hole, his tight ass jerking.
At a certain point he felt her cunt starting to tighten even more around his ramming meat, felt her satiny cunt walls growing fiery hot and wet. Her hips started moving helplessly in a horny fucking motion, and she quit trying to close her legs.
"Nooo!" she whined, not very convincingly.
Her face was flushed, her eyes open now and rolling, her pink tongue licking her lips ferverishly. Rusty figured she might surrender after all, and he started digging his cock into her even harder and faster. She made one last effort to control herself, then broke out in a hoarse screech of pleasure.
"Ohhhhh, my God, YES!" Miss Rogers howled.
The three boys exchanged triumphant grins. Miss Rogers had been by far their most difficult conquest, but now even she had succumbed to the wild pleasure of fucking and to her obvious need for sex. Rusty, flushed and happy, balled her furiously, blissfully jerking his horny stiff cock in her squirting hot box--and to his delight, Miss Rogers responded now without hesitation or shame.
"Yes, yesss," she wailed, ""fuck me, FUCK ME! Oh, God, it's sooo good ... Harder, harder ... Ahhhh..."
Rusty's ass flew with dizzying speed as he swiftly fucked the shrieking spinster into a powerful climax. Miss Rogers arched her slim curvy body upward, stiffened for a moment, and then gave a shrill cry of bliss. Her fiery cunt drenched and squeezed his dick, and Rusty, too, howled and started to come.
"Awww, YEAH!" he yelped.
Miss Rogers welcomed the blast of his jism, opening her slim legs very wide. Her flushed face was split by a lusty grin as her climax spun on and on. Rusty ground his squirting cock in her, valiantly pumping away till she finished coming, and then rolled off her with a loud satisfied sigh, his limp wet dick flopping against his belly.
"Ahhh, my God!" Miss Rogers sighed.
She just lay there, panting and dazed with pleasure, not even closing her legs. Rusty's thick cum leaked from her gasping little cunt mouth. Sam waited a moment, but when she said nothing, he eagerly scrambled between her parted thighs and shoved his hard slim cock into her dripping hole.
"Ooooo," she moaned, "yessss ... Do it again, please ..."
She didn't even seem aware of the substitution of Sam for Rusty. She just sighed blissfully, pulled him down on top of her, and began pumping her hips greedily in time to his strokes. Her eyes fluttered shut, and a horny little grin lit her flushed face.
"Aw, Christ," Sam yelped, "you were right, Rusty, she's really tight... Hot, too ... Yeah, this is good ..."
He fucked merrily away, his ass bobbing up and down busily between Miss Rogers' wide-open legs. She clung to him, whimpering and moaning, and Rusty and Billy could see her thick cream leaking out around Sam's pumping dick to pool on the bed.
Miss Rogers' cream-soaked vibrator lay neglected on the pillow as she eagerly balled Sam, clinging to him tightly, slamming her starved pussy up to meet his strokes. Rusty could tell that she liked cock even better than that crazy vibrator, and he was glad. It was time Miss Rogers came out of her shell and enjoyed life like other people ...
"Ahhh, yes," she sighed, "soooo good ... Keep fucking me, please ..."
Sam did his best, humping away gamely, but her fiery-hot tight box tempted him to come every time he dug his stiff meat into her. Like Rusty he gritted his teeth and hung in there, for his pride depended on making her come. The boys hadn't forgotten the poor example of Lyle Ames who didn't please his woman. They wanted to please Betty and Miss Rogers so they could go on getting laid.
Finally, after what seemed ages to Sam, Miss Rogers arched her slim body, shrieked piercingly, and started to come. Her red-hot twat gripped and milked his jerking meat, and he lost control, howling blissfully and shooting his steamy load into her convulsing womb. They rocked together for a moment, and then Sam rolled off her, exhausted and satisfied.
"Your turn, Billy," said Rusty, giving his friend a push.
"About fucking time," said Billy. "I don't know why I always have to be last."
The long-haired blond kid scrambled into the place Sam had just vacated, between Miss Rogers' open thighs. Again she hardly noticed the change from boy to boy. As Billy's stubby hard dick poked into her creamy hot hole, she whined ecstatically and pulled the boy hard against her.
"Yes, yes, one more time," she whimpered. "It's so good, better than I'd dreamed . .. Ahhhh, yes, YES!"
Sam and Rusty watched avidly as their young friend fucked their former teacher. Ol' Billy balled like a miniature pile driver, his little round ass flying, his belly smacking loudly against Miss Rogers' soft stomach. She liked his hard fast fucking. Her face twisted into a sensual leer, and she moaned hoarsely.
After a few minutes of panting and humping, Miss Rogers again arched her body, shrieked, and came, just as powerfully as she'd done before. The boys were beginning to learn that women were practically insatiable, and Rusty was sure that without his buddies' help he wouldn't have been able to satisfy the sex-starved spinster.
Billy yelped, shot, and rolled off the panting woman. Miss Rogers blushed but smiled. "I suppose I should be ashamed of myself," she said shyly.
"No way," Rusty said earnestly. "We all enjoyed ourselves, and there's nothing-wrong with that. Can we come back again, Miss Rogers? Please?"
She blushed hotly and drew the covers up to hide her naked body, but she said bashfully, "Yes, boys; I wish you would. Soon."
As they walked home, Rusty said happily, "Wow, with both Betty and Miss Rogers, we're really in business."
He didn't realize how busy they were going to be, however, until the next day ...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Early the next evening, Rusty hurried out to the alley to meet his friends. They were already there, hopping up and down with impatience. All three boys started talking at once, and Rusty had to raise his hand for silence.
"Listen," he said, "I got news. Miss Rogers called me this afternoon and said she wants up to come over tonight."
"Yeah?" said Sam. "Well, as I was passing Mrs. Ames' place, she asked us to come over there."
"Oh, no," said Billy, clapping his hand to his forehead. "I was over to the hamburger place today, and Mrs. Davis said she'd changed her mind and wants us to come over again--tonight."
They all stared at each other. Three urgent invitations in one evening--it was obviously more than they could handle.
"Oh, wow," said Rusty, "what're we gonna do?"
For once their fearless leader was all out of ideas. The boys sat down in Rusty's back yard and tried to think how to handle the situation. Even if they got started right away, they couldn't take care of three lusty adult women in one night, yet they didn't want to offend any of the ladies. They wanted to keep them all.
"This looks like a job for Superman," Sam said dismally.
"Yeah, looks like well just have to leave somebody out," said Billy. "But who? They're all fun."
"Shit, I dunno," said Rusty. "Too bad there's only three of us." He pondered a while longer, and then suddenly he brightened. "Hey, why didn't I think of this before? There's three of us, three of them. We'll just split up, that's all. We'll each go to a different lady."
Billy and Sam clapped him on the back. "You're a genius, Rusty," said Sam. "If we split up, we can take care of them all. But who's gonna go where?"
Rusty thought about it. "I better handle Miss Rogers," he said. "She's the nervous type, and she knows me best."
"Fine with me," said Billy. "I was really hoping to get Mrs. Ames. I really go for her."
"That's okay by me," said Sam. "I want Rita. Man, those jugs of hers ..."
The boys agreed on their choice of ladies, and by then it was dark. They split up, each going his separate way, but they agreed to meet in the alley again at midnight to compare notes. They went off eagerly but a little nervously, each taking his first solo flight...
* * *
Sam had always been the cockiest member of the gang, but the freckle-faced redhead didn't feel so cocky tonight. With his buddies along on the adventure, he could have felt bold, but he was intimidated at the thought of making love to a grown-up woman all by himself. Especially an experienced hard-boiled waitress like Rita Davis...
Well, at least he'd have those gorgeous jugs all to himself. That was some consolation. But he couldn't help remembering the time he and his pals had watched Rita and that poor jerk she'd brought home from the bar. He'd fucked her hard and steadily for at least a minute, but Rita wasn't satisfied with him. She'd said he wasn't even a man. Sam would have to do a lot better than that guy.
He got to Rita's house and nervously rang the doorbell. She answered it almost instantly, a big smile on her face. She was wearing a low-cut black lace negligee that showed the voluptuous outline of her body and the deep cleavage of her stunningly large tits. Sam immediately felt hot excitement-- but when Rita saw he was alone, her face fell.
"Hey," she said, "where's your buddies?"
"They couldn't make it," said Sam, brushing past her into the house. "Their parents wouldn't let them out. So it's just me."
Rita closed the door and turned to look at him doubtfully. Sam couldn't blame her. She'd had three stiff young cocks last time, and she no doubt looked forward to repeating the experience.
"Don't worry, Rita," he said quickly, trying to sound confident, "I can handle things. You won't be disappointed, I promise."
Rita sighed deeply. "Well, I guess you're better than nothing," she said. "It's just that I'm so horny... I wouldn't have asked you guys over otherwise. It's crazy, doing it with a bunch of kids. I wish to hell I could find a decent lay my own age."
Sam bristled. "We may be only fourteen, ma'am," he said stoutly, "but that's an advantage. We've got a lot more energy than older guys. You just come on in the bedroom, and I'll prove it."
Rita had to laugh at his blustery defense. "Okay, okay, kid," she said, "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to offend. Let's go see what you can do."
Sam followed her down the hall to her bedroom, wishing he hadn't bragged so much. God knows what she was expecting. He'd do his best, though. The honor of his gang depended on it. There was just one problem--he was so intimidated by Rita that his cock wasn't hard yet. It would be the one time in his adolescent life when he couldn't get a cock-stand...
"In here, kid," said Rita, opening the bedroom door and switching on the light. "Which one are you, anyhow? I got the names confused."
"I'm Sam, ma'am," he said.
He noticed that the curtains weren't pulled. Maybe some other Peeping Tom was out there watching. He supposed that would only be fair. Still it made him nervous. Rita turned to him, a funny little smile on her face, and he felt his armpits starting to sweat.
"Well, show me your stuff, Sam," she said. "I'm ready."
Sam swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and approached her. He told himself to think of only one thing, that he and his buddies wanted to keep this woman as a lover and that therefore she MUST be pleased. It lifted his courage to think that he was fighting for his buddies, not just himself.
Rita noticed his change of expression as he approached her, the sudden look of boldness, and she laughed, "Well, you're quite the little stud, ain't you, Sam?"
Sam said nothing. He boldly untied the belt of her negligee and slipped the garment off her shoulders and let it waft to the floor. Underneath Rita was wearing precisely nothing. He ogled her wide brown fur patch and the enormous fleshy melons of her tits. His courage began to pick up rapidly.
He slid his hands under her huge heavy jugs and lifted them a little, bringing the big dark-red nipples up to his mouth. Her tits were hot and silky and throbbing. The nipples were soft plaint cones. Sam stuck out his tongue and began to lick them, darting back and forth, swishing his wet tongue all over her sensitive nubs.
"Ummm," Rita murmured, "nice ... Yeah, I dig that..."
She didn't seem wildly excited, but at least she was interested. Sam popped his mouth onto one soft tender nipple and sucked it in, bathing and massaging it in his juicy heat. Rita gasped, and he felt her huge tit stiffen and swell. He sucked hungrily, and her nipple quickly went erect and rigid.
"Ohhh, yeah," she sighed, "that's real nice ... "
Sam's arms were getting tired from the weight of holding her huge ripe tits, but he applied his technique to her other nipple, sucking it into quivering erection. Rita began to pant and, looking down, he saw bright cunt-cream trickling down her thighs.
"Jesus, I'm getting hot," she said breathlessly. "Let's make it, kid. Come on, get your clothes off."
Sam felt a twinge of panic. His cock still wasn't hard. He could have used a little more playtime, but his hot tit-sucking had worked all too well. Rita was fully aroused and ready to ball. He let go of her tits and stepped back a little with a sheepish grin.
"Come on, come on," Rita said impatiently, "strip. Oh, hell, I'll do it for you."
Before Sam could say anything, the horny blonde was tugging at his clothes, stripping him naked. It seemed to happen very fast. Then he was standing there without a stitch of clothes, and Rita was looking with keen disappointment at his little limp wrinkled dick.
He thought fast, remembering that night she'd been with the guy from the bar, the things that had turned her on then. "Rita," he said, "I could really dig it if you'd suck my cock."
Her face assumed a naughty lusty expression, and she licked her lips. "Oh, yeah?" she said huskily. "You like that?"
Sam nodded enthusiastically, and Rita dropped to her knees, her huge milky-white jugs wobbling heavily. She greedily grabbed for his flaccid pale cock, her hot moist breath fanning it deliciously.
Sam gasped with sudden pleasure as she popped his soft little cock into her mouth.
"AWWW!" he bawled.
"UMMM," Rita murmured.
His hunch had been good. Rita really loved to suck cock. She took his pale little peter all the way into her scorching wet mouth, right down to his rosy nut sac, and began sucking on it like she was starved. She squeezed it between her cheeks, bathed it with her hot spit, lashed and tickled it with her tongue. It felt fantastic.
"Awww, shit, YEAH!" Sam whined. "Suck my cock, Rita ... Oh, man, that feels so great..."
His words seemed to make her even more excited. She seized the hard little globes of his ass and pulled him tight against her, so that his soft cock-head butted her throat. She moaned hungrily and sucked him faster and faster ...
"Awww," Sam bawled, "AWWWWW!"
His balls swelled up tight and his cock sprang to stiff life on her busy tongue. His hard bloated cock-head crept into her throat, and she gurgled lustily. Dizzying pleasure rocked his body as the horny blonde waitress sucked loudly and hungrily on his hard eager dick.
"Oh, shit, Rita," he panted, "it's great, but you better stop now... It's so fuckin' good, you're gonna make me come... Ohhh, OHHH, hey, Rita..."
She didn't stop. Sam couldn't contain his fierce pleasure, and he yelped and began to shoot his thick tasty cum into her throat. Rita hungrily gobbled the stuff, moaning and swallowing. Sam thoroughly enjoyed coming in her mouth, but a moment later he was aware of his mistake.
So was Rita. As she finally let his limp cock slip from her lips, she eyed the soft wormy prick with disappointment. "Aw, crap," she said. "I got carried away. Now how are we gonna ball?"
She staggered back and fell on the bed with a wistful sigh. Her creamy legs parted, and Sam saw her ripe red slit, wet and swollen and gleaming. He thought about the steamy heat of her gripping cunt, about the thrill of fucking her, and his cock rose to the occasion, snapping right back into another hard hot erection.
"Goddammit," Rita was moaning, "if only I didn't like to eat cock so much. I was hoping for a good fuck, but..."
As she lamented her mistake, Sam crept over to the bed with a wicked grin. Her parted legs hung over the edge, and it was easy for him to slip between them without her noticing. He aimed the hard head of his cock right for her dripping dark hole and then lunged forward.
"... stupid of me," Rita was saying. "If I'd just used my head, we coulda--OHHHHHH! Hey! OHHH, YEAH!"
She took his stiff young cock with a wail of delight. Sam felt himself seized, pulled down on her huge hot heaving tits. Blissfully he dug his horny hard dick into her scorching wet twat and started to fuck her furiously. Rita shrieked her pleasure, and her gripping cunt creamed heavily around his jerking meat.
"Oh, yeah, kid, do it to me!" she wailed. "Love it... Hey, you're really something, you know?"
"I know," Sam said modestly.
* * *
Meanwhile Billy was undertaking his mission with Betty Ames. He knocked at the front door, and Betty let him in with a grin. She was wearing a pink sleeveless nightie, and her big round tits wobbled enticingly under the soft material. She was flushed and excited.
"It's Lyle's bowling night," she told Billy. "He won't be back before midnight. But, hey, where are your friends?"
"Measles," said Billy, using the first he that came to mind.
"Both of them?" Betty said incredulously.
"Yep," said Billy, "but don't worry, ma'am, I can handle things."
The buxom red-haired housewife looked amused and doubtful. Billy was the youngest and shortest of the three boys. His head came just to her nipples. His thick blond hair kept falling in his face. His body was tan and hard, but straight up and down like a child's. Billy didn't exactly look like the stud she had in mind.
"Well, I don't know," Betty said, "maybe we better wait till some other time, huh, Billy? That's a pretty big job for such a little boy."
Billy's face flamed--at least as much as she could see of it under his shaggy blond hair. His fists clenched. He was thoroughly insulted.
"I'm not a little boy," he said, his voice breaking in an adolescent croak. "I'm thirteen. Don't you worry, Mrs. Ames, I can take care of you."
Betty didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was achingly horny and had been looking forward to tonight, but she felt ridiculous doing it with one little thirteen-year-old who looked like a sheepdog. She recalled that Billy was the one she'd sucked off in the back yard. His cock had been so small. It couldn't begin to satisfy her raging lust.
"Billy," she said kindly, "I'm sure you could do the job, but I'd rather wait till your friends can be here, too. You'd better run along now and--"
Billy charged her, his blue eyes blazing with anger and lust. He caught her around the waist and propelled her backward toward the couch, all in one violent rush. Betty yelped and landed on the couch, her skirt flying up, her legs parting. Billy pushed her legs up, bending her knees, opening her thighs.
He looked at the spectacular sight before him, Betty's naked pussy. She wasn't wearing panties, and her nightgown was clear up to her waist. He saw her flaming red bush, the wet rosy flesh of her snatch, and the shadowed pit of her cunt mouth. He dived for it.
"HEY!" Betty yelped.
The crazy little kid was burrowing his shaggy blond head right into her crotch. She felt him snuffling around, panting, and she started to giggle. Then a sharp wave of pleasure rushed over her as she felt his hot stiff little tongue wriggling up her cunt. She fell back on the couch, gasping and moaning.
"Oh, my God!" Betty wailed. "Ohhh, OHHHH!"
With Rusty for competition, Billy hadn't had a chance to do much pussy-eating, but he'd observed his friend and learned. He knew where women liked most to be touched and licked. Betty had hurt his pride, and he was going to make her eat her words. He burrowed around in her tasty creamy slit till he found the gaping wet mouth of her cunt. He shoved his tongue stiffly into the hot hole and began to tongue-fuck her briskly.
Billy chuckled to himself. He'd show her he wasn't just a little kid. He could eat pussy as good as Rusty, given the chance. He thrust his stiff slick tongue even farther up her seething box, and Betty gave a shrill wail of delight. Her cream gushed all around his jerking tongue, and her pussy grew scalding hoi and wet against his face.
"Yeah, yeah, eat me, kid," she moaned, "lick my cunt... Oh, Christ, I love that..."
Betty dug her fingers into his thick blond hair, shoving his face tight against her seething drooling slit. She flung one leg up over the arm of the couch, opening herself lewdly to him. Her head lolled back, eyes rolling crazily, teeth flashing. If her husband and his whole bowling team had walked in the door, she wouldn't have noticed. She was blinded and dizzied by the huge pleasure of having her cunt probed by Billy's stiff hot tongue.
He tongue-fucked her furiously, till he was almost drowning in her thick tasty cream and had to come up for air. He let his juice-soaked tongue slip out of her fiery cunt, then trailed it stiffly between her swollen pink pussylips. She liked that, too, whining with delight.
"Ummmm, yeah," she moaned, "eat me, lick me..."
Billy trailed his tongue downward till he was rimming the tight bumpy mouth of her asshole. Betty gave a squeal of pleasure when he tongued her there, encouraging him to persist. He used his stiff slick tongue tip to tickle her little clenched brownie. She whined lustily and relaxed her anal mouth, and Billy quickly stuffed his tongue up her "OOOOOO!" Betty moaned. "Ahhhh, God, YEAH! Lick my asshole, honey ..."
Billy worked his slick tongue up her fiery tight asshole, and Betty squealed ecstatically and creamed all over his face. He was glad he'd chosen her for tonight. There was no bullshit with Betty. If she liked something, she really let you know about it.
"Eeeeeee!" Betty howled. "EEEEEE!"
She was gripping his hair hard, thrusting her pelvis forward, so as to take his wet stiff tongue as deeply as possible into her homy tight asshole. Billy happily cooperated, wriggling his tongue up her butt as far as he could, clear to the root. Betty wailed and squealed and shrieked with restraint.
Suddenly there was a loud urgent knocking at the front door.
"GODDAMMIT!" said Betty.
Billy jerked his tongue out of her wet asshole and dived behind the couch. Flushed and panting, Betty smoothed down her nightgown and went to answer the door. It was her neighbor, a plump young housewife with her hair in rollers. She gawked at Betty.
"Betty," she said anxiously, "are you okay? I heard a lot of screaming."
"It was the TV," said Betty. "It's a real exciting show, something about Jack the Ripper."
"Oh, yeah?" said her neighbor. "Jeez, I wish I'd turned it on. Sounds real interesting. In fact it scared the shit out of me, all that screaming. Is it still on?"
"No, it just ended," said Betty. "I'm going to bed now. See ya tomorrow, Gladys."
"Yeah," Gladys said wistfully. "Crap, I wish I hadn't missed that show."
Betty closed the door on her with a sigh of relief, and Billy crept out from behind the couch. "That was close," said Betty. "We won't take any more chances. Come on, let's go in the bedroom. The neighbors can't hear us from there."
She started down the hall, wide curvy hips undulating under the clinging gown, big tits wobbling, and Billy eagerly scurried after her. He noticed Betty wasn't making fun of him any more for being so young. His good pussy-eating had shown her that he could handle the job. He felt proud and excited.
Betty led him into her bedroom, closed the door, and turned on one small lamp. The curtains were open, and Billy briefly wished luck to whatever peeper might be out there. Betty was pulling off her nightgown, and Billy quickly followed suit, skinning out of his sneakers and jeans and t-shirt.
Betty gawked frankly at his erect five-inch boy-cock. It was a little short, perhaps, but plenty thick, a hard stubby tool that made her slit cream with excitement. She had no more doubts about his abilities. This little kid knew what he was doing.
"It's weird," she said, laughing, "but you're only thirteen and you're a better lover than my husband."
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Billy said proudly.
He was hotly excited as they stood there looking at each other's naked bodies. Betty was like all his horny fantasies come true, a beautiful stacked older woman. He loved her flaming red patch of cunt fur, the deep exciting curves of her waist and hips, and her ripe round jugs with their pretty taut pink nipples. It would be a treat to have her all to himself.
He promised himself to give her complete satisfaction so that she'd ask him and his buddies back again. Then he gave a snort of lust and went bounding toward her.
"Hey," Betty shrieked, "careful, kid--OHHHH!"
Billy tackled her around the waist, and they went crashing onto the bed, her big round tits jiggling crazily. Snorting and panting, Billy tried to wedge her legs open with his knees, but Betty giggled and rolled out from under him. She crawled to the center of the bed and remained on her hands and knees, her lush creamy ass sticking up in the air.
"Do it to me this way, Billy," she said wickedly.
"Like dogs do it?" said Billy.
"Yeah," said Betty, "like dogs do it. I've been wanting to try it this way, only Lyle says it isn't natural."
"Well, hell, why not?" said Billy.
He didn't care how he got in, just as long as he got in, and he also wanted to do better than Lyle. He scrambled over to Betty, knelt behind her, and poked the hard red head of his stubby cock into her creamy cunt mouth. His horny dick was enveloped in delicious heat and wetness. He sighed blissfully and started to fuck her hard and fast.
Billy had no intention of stopping. He wanted to fuck her all night if he could. His cock never quit, either. It got hard again and again. Betty came blissfully at least a dozen times, and they were still hard at it when the town clock struck midnight and Lyle got home.
"Oh, shit, it's my husband!" Betty gasped. "You can go out the window, Billy-but be sure to come back soon."
Billy graciously promised that he would.
* * *
After separating from his friends, Rusty strolled over to Emily Rogers' house. Sam and Billy no doubt thought they'd gotten the best deals for the evening, but Rusty didn't agree. He had a crush on the slim long-legged schoolteacher, and he was looking forward excitedly to fucking her.
He'd given himself the hardest task, however, and he knew it. Miss Rogers would be nervous and shy. She might even have changed her mind. Of the three women, she was the most uptight about sex, the most modest and inhibited. Rusty could only hope to do his best with her, for the sake of the gang and their summer fun.
He rang Miss Rogers' doorbell, and after a moment she answered, looking very nervous. "Oh, come in, Rusty," she said. "Where are your friends? I thought they were coming, too."
He couldn't very well tell her that Billy and Sam were off fucking other neighborhood women, so he said, "Aw, I talked them out of it. I wanted you to myself."
Emily Rogers blushed deeply and avoided his eyes. "I'm rather glad you did that, Rusty," she said. "It will make things easier. I just wanted to tell you that I've thought things over and decided not to go through with it. I don't know what possessed me to give in to you the other night. It's not right--it's wicked and evil of me to make love to young boys."
Rusty's heart sank. This was the worst thing that could happen, Miss Rogers backing out with a guilty conscience. She obviously meant business, though. She was dressed in her ugly schoolteacher costume, her hair pulled back primly in a bun. Rusty thought fast.
"Well, whatever you say, Miss Rogers," he replied, "but as long as I'm here, could I have a Coke or something? I ran all the way, and my throat's really dry."
"Oh, of course," she said. "How rude of me not to think of it. Sit down, Rusty, and I'll get us some Cokes."
Rusty sat on the couch, and when she returned, he patted the place beside him. She blushed but sat next to him. Sipping her Coke, she talked shyly.
"You know, Rusty," she said, "the other night, with you boys-well, that was the first time I ever, uh, did it. I don't believe in sex outside of marriage, but it begins to look as if I'll never get married, and I guess I just got carried away."
"That's only natural, Miss Rogers," Rusty said soothingly. "I mean, if you never got horny, you wouldn't be normal. And as far as getting married is concerned, you'd have a real good chance if you made more of your looks. You're really pretty, you know-but not like that."
"Like what?" she said. "I don't understand, Rusty."
He reached over and took the pins out of her hair. Her lovely thick shining brown hair cascaded around her shoulders. He took off her glasses. He helped her out of her suit jacket and reached up under her blouse to unhook her bra, so that her pretty pert tits bounced free. He rolled up the hem of her skirt to a few inches above her knees, showing off her pretty long legs.
"There," he said, "that's how you ought to look. You'd have men fighting for you. But I guess there's only one guy you really want, isn't there, Miss Rogers? I mean Mr. Rumbaugh."
She blushed deeply. "How did you know that?" she said. She sighed deeply. "Yes, I'm very much in love with Albert. Do you think he'd pay more attention to me if I dress like this?"
"I guarantee it," said Rusty. "You look gorgeous. In fact you look so good, I can't keep my hands off you."
He quickly slid closer to her, till their thighs touched hotly, and kissed her hard, forcing her head back, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Startled, she didn't resist. Rusty slipped his hand under her skirt and moved it up swiftly to touch the moist crotch of her panties. He wiggled a finger inside the flimsy garment and tickled the tender slick lips of her pussy.
"Ohhh, Rusty, noooo," she murmured.
She was blushing and panting, protesting but not pushing him away. Rusty guessed she must be pretty horny, in spite of her guilty conscience, and he wriggled his finger onto her tiny firm clit. He began to rub it briskly, and Emily Rogers gasped and reddened.
"Oh, Rusty," she panted, "you better not do that. It makes me so excited, and I promised myself I wouldn't misbehave again."
Still she didn't push him away, and Rusty went on rubbing her tiny hot button. He could feel her hot cunt cream beginning to seep out and moisten his fingers. Her clit got hotter by the second, going fat and erect and throbbing. He seized it between his thumb and forefinger and kneaded the slick little joy button.
"Ooooo!" Emily squealed.
"Ooooo, noooo ... Rusty, please, don't... I don't want to do something bad!"
"There's nothing bad about sex," said Rusty, still vigorously kneading her squirting little clit. "It's normal and natural. Just because you're not married doesn't mean you have no feelings. Just see how good it feels when I do this. How can that be wrong, when it feels so good?"
He tweaked and massaged her wet throbbing clit, and her pussy began to swell up plump and hot. Juice gushed from her aroused cunt and soaked his hand. Miss Rogers was blushing and panting, her eyes wide and hot. She whimpered lustily and rubbed her famished hot pussy against his stroking hand.
"Rusty," she gasped, "I know your generation sees nothing wrong with sex, but I wasn't raised that way. My parents told me it was a wicked, dirty thing, that you shouldn't do it except to make babies. They said nice girls don't enjoy it."
"Obviously," said Rusty, "your parents were full of shit. Come on, Miss Rogers, admit you like it. Don't you like it when I touch you this way?"
She moaned, and her pretty face got even redder. "Oh, yes, I do, Rusty," she said, grinding her hot wet pussy against his hand. "I like it very much, but it makes me feel so guilty ..."
"That's silly," said Rusty. "Here, wait, I'll make you forget that guilty conscience . . . The dazed panting schoolteacher didn't resist as Rusty quickly took off her clothes and then stripped himself. Her glazed blue eyes focused longingly on his erect young prick. He eased her down to he on her back, and he gently separated her legs and knelt between her soft thighs.
"Rusty, no," she said nervously. "It isn't right. We must stop..."
"Bullshit," said Rusty with a wicked grin.
He bent down and started to lick her hot creamy pussy. He forced her thighs wide open, exposing her whole delicate pink slit with its light fringe of brown curls. He licked her asshole, tickling the wrinkled light-brown mouth. He tongued her plump wet pussylips and rimmed the drooling mouth of her small cunt. He lashed and lapped her tender sensitive clit. Miss Rogers gasped and moaned.
"Ohhh, my God," she whimpered, "I can't help it... It feels so good ... God forgive me, I just have to have it..."
She bent her knees and drew her legs far back, opening her streaming pussy completely to Rusty's busy tongue. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her mouth twisted into a horny little grin as the teenage boy licked wetly from her asshole to her clit. Thick hot cream poured helplessly from her aroused cunt.
"Oh, my God, yesss," she whined, "yes, lick meee ... Oh, Rusty, that feels exquisite ... I just love it..."
Rusty grinned proudly, but he didn't stop licking her swollen wet pink slit till he was sure the moaning teacher was thoroughly aroused. He didn't want her to back out now. He was raging horny himself, and he had to be sure he was going to get satisfaction.
At last, when she was quivering and shrieking and tugging at his hair, Rusty raised his cream-soaked face from her tasty little slit. He quickly leaped astride her, resting his butt lightly on her firm pouting tits. His bubbling cock-head brushed her lips.
"Miss Rogers," he said, "I'm sure you're gonna marry Mr. Rumbaugh if you start letting yourself be pretty, but if you're gonna KEEP him, you gotta know how to please him in bed. I got a guaranteed method to show you. A man really digs having his cock sucked. Why don't you try it?"
He knew he was taking a risk, asking the shy inhibited spinster to do something so kinky--but his prolonged pussy-eating had done the job. Miss Rogers didn't hesitate. She greedily stuffed his hard creaming meat into her mouth and started sucking on it loudly and hungrily. Rusty shivered with pleasure.
"Awwww, yeah," he sighed, "blow me, Miss Rogers, bring me off in your mouth! I can get hard again easy, and we'll fuck later ..."
She did a really good job for a woman who'd never sucked cock before. Her natural enthusiasm and her frantic lust made her suck hard and fast and hot on his stiff swollen prick. She took all of it, till his dripping cock-head nudged her throat and his bloated balls rubbed her chin. She gurgled lustily as she sucked him off.
"Ummmm," she moaned, "UMMMM ..."
After a few minutes of her hot greedy sucking, Rusty yelped and shot his load. Miss Rogers gulped it all down, making him proud of her.
"You do that for Mr. Rumbaugh," he said, grinning, "and I'll guarantee he'll never leave you. In fact I think you deserve a reward ..."
Rusty slid down her flushed slim body and once more thrust his face into her hot slit. He jammed his tongue stiffly up her cunt, and Miss Rogers arched her body and screeched ecstatically. He tongue-fucked her furiously, and she wailed with pleasure. She was so hotly aroused that she was coming violently within a minute.
By that time, Rusty's cock was hard again, and he slipped between her legs and eased his stiff meat into her boiling tight cunt. "I got a lot more to teach you, teacher," he said, grinning wickedly.
Miss Rogers grinned right back.
* * *
Shortly after midnight, Rusty, Bill and Sam met again in the alley. They were all flushed, exhausted and grinning. Eagerly comparing notes, they discovered that they'd all had resounding successes with their ladies and had been cordially invited to return.
"Man," Rusty sighed, "this is gonna be the best summer vacation ever ..."
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a good summer vacation, all right, the best they'd ever had, but by late August Rusty and his friends were getting pretty exhausted. They still had their three lady friends, Rita Davis, Betty Ames and Emily Rogers, but the ladies were getting harder to please. None of them was content any longer with just one partner at a time. They wanted all three boys at once.
Finally there came a day the boys had been dreading. All three ladies demanded to have all three boys. Rusty, Billy and Sam assembled in the alley, wondering how they were going to handle that difficult assignment.
"Man, I don't know," Sam said, shaking his head. "My cock's already sore from all this fucking."
"Mine, too," Billy moaned. "I gotta get some sleep sometime."
"Hey, look, you guys," Rusty said firmly, "what're you bitching about? Three months ago we were dying to get laid, and now we're got all this great pussy. We're lucky, for chrissake. Of course, if you don't want any more tail, we can quit..."
Sam and Billy snapped to attention. Rusty's words had reminded them how incredibly lucky they were compared to most boys their age. They felt revived, reinspired, and ready to go to work.
"Let's go," said Sam.
"Who're we gonna ball first?" said Billy.
"I dunno," said Rusty, "but we better save Betty till last. She takes the most time. I guess we could go to Rita's first. It's on the way."
Rusty's heart wasn't really in this job, though he'd tried to encourage his friends. He was thinking that soon school would start, they wouldn't have time for the ladies any more, and it was time he and his buddies starting making it with girls their own age. It was also time for the ladies to find partners their own age. Rusty was trying to work this all out somehow, when they reached Rita's place.
She was ready for them, all right. She wasn't wearing a stitch of clothes. The door opened, and the boys were stunned by the sight of her lush naked body, her huge melon-shaped knockers, and her wide bush of brown cunt fur. She gave them a wicked grin.
"Surprise!" she said. "Come on in, boys. And just follow me to the bedroom!"
They followed her undulating ass down the hall. Rita no longer bothered with formalities. When she'd invite the boys over, she just took them right to her room and fucked them. Rusty felt more like a dildo than a human being.
"Boy, am I glad you're here," Rita sighed as she flopped on the bed, her huge heavy tits bouncing. "I'm so horny I could scream. Come on, kids, get your clothes off. You're wasting time."
That was true--and they needed all the time they could get. Rusty, Sam and Billy quickly doffed their clothes. Rita waited impatiently, tapping her fingers, her strong legs spread wide to show her scarlet wet gash. She studied their stiff young cocks appreciatively, licking her lips.
Usually Rita like to take them one at a time, having in effect one long marathon fuck, but today Rusty decided to try a time-saving variation. He hoped Rita would like it, because if she didn't it was just too bad. They had two other ladies to service before midnight.
The stiff-cocked boys bounded naked over to the bed and jumped up beside Rita, hungrily pawing her enormous swollen jugs. They could never resist those huge tits, no matter how familiar they were with them. Rusty gave Billy a certain signal, and the blond kid grinned and climbed up to sit on her heaving boobs. He brought his stiff stubby peter down to graze her lips.
Rita chuckled. "Want your dick sucked, do you, kid?" she said. "Well, it just happens I'm in the mood."
Not surprising--Rita was always in the mood to suck cock. She fastened her pouting red lips around Billy's fat cock and sucked it in hungrily. Billy gave a horny yelp and grinned blissfully as the lusty blonde waitress greedily sucked his meat.
Meanwhile Rusty was whispering something to Sam, who grinned and nodded. As soon as Rita was happily occupied with eating Billy's cock, the other two boys drew her legs wide apart and began caressing her red ripe pussy. Rita always enjoyed that. She gurgled lustily as San wriggled a finger up her wet cunt and Rusty tweaked and kneaded her fat red clit.
"Ummm," she moaned blissfully. "UMMMMM!"
Obviously Rita didn't need much warming up. She'd been hotly horny before they even got there. Her pussy was vivid red, soaked and swollen. Her cunt blazed around Sam's finger. As they probed her hot pussy, she grew very excited and sucked even harder and faster on Billy's fat stiff cock. Rusty saw that they could get right down to business. Rita was ready.
He and Sam bent her knees and pushed her legs back, exposing her pussy as flagrantly as they could. Her big mature cunt mouth gaped and drooled. The two boys looked at each other, grinned, and both dived between her legs.
"UMPF?" Rita grunted questioningly. Her mouth was still stuffed with Billy's fat cock.
Rusty had never tried this trick before, and he didn't even know if it would work. He and Sam lay hip to hip between Rita's widely parted thighs, and they both began wedging their stiff slim cocks into her wet hair-fringed cunt mouth. To his relief. Rusty saw that there was plenty of room.
He and Sam managed to slide their rigid boy-pricks into her cunt simultaneously. It felt weird but good to have their cocks side by side in her slick hot sheath. They began to fuck her in unison, hard and fast, and Rita gave a loud gasp and let Billy's fat hard cock pop from her mouth.
"Hey, what're you guys doing?" she yelped.
"Balling you," Rusty panted.
"Both of you at once?" Rita cried.
"Yeah!" Sam gasped.
"Oh, Jesus!" Rita exclaimed, her head flopping back, her eyes rolling. "Oh, my God ... Hey, it's good ... Damn good ... Feels like the biggest cock in the world . .. Ohhhh, OHHHH!"
She held her legs wide open for them as they rammed away, and she wailed and moaned her intense pleasure. Not to be left out, Billy leaned forward and stuck his spit-soaked prick into her mouth again. Her natural reflex was to suck it like crazy. In very little time, the whole crew was howling and coming.
"That was fantastic, kids," Rita sighed as they got dressed. "Two cocks at once--out of sight."
"Aw, that was nothing," said Rusty. "Well have a REAL surprise for you next time, Rita."
As they hurried toward Emily Rogers' house, Sam said, "Hey, what was that surprise you promised Rita?"
"You'll see," Rusty said with a mysterious grin. "I'll tell you when I get it all worked out."
Emily greeted them much differently from Rita. She was dressed in a long robe with a high collar, trying to hide her figure as usual. At least they'd gotten her to wear her hair down. She blushed as the boys entered her living room. It was always like that. They had to warm her up, get her past her inhibitions.
"Emily," said Rusty, "I told you before, there's a lot of stuff you need to learn if you're gonna make Mr. Rumbaugh happy in bed. Well, today is your last lesson."
Emily blushed and said shyly, "Well, Rusty, I haven't even got him to ask me for a date yet. Maybe these lessons are a little premature."
"Oh, no, ma'am," said Sam. "We guarantee you won't forget what we teach you. Anyhow, school starts in two weeks, and if you dress like we showed you, he'll ask you out for sure."
"Anyhow," said Rusty, "there's just one more trick we can teach you, and we'll do it today. You might not wanta use it on him right away. You'll probably wanta save it for his birthday or something. But like Sam says, you won't forget it."
Emily smiled bashfully but gratefully. In order to overcome her guilty conscience, Rusty had convinced her to regard their lovemaking sessions as "lessons", things she'd have to learn in order to please Rumbaugh. They'd taught her all the positions to ball in, taught her to lick and suck and touch, to give a blow job. As Rusty said, there was only one more thing to be learned ...
"Well, let's get to it," he said eagerly, standing up and starting to undress.
Billy and Sam followed suit, taking their clothes off quickly, but as usual Miss Rogers hung back, blushing and nervous, too inhibited to strip in front of them. That was no problem for Rusty and his friends. When they were naked, they just walked over to the slim spinster and gently removed her robe and bra and panties.
"What is it you're going to teach me tonight?" she said, beet red and feebly attempting to cover her pretty round tits.
"You'll see," said Rusty. "First, though, your cocksucking needs a little more practice. You can work on Billy and Sam. You're not getting your mouth open wide enough, Emily."
She looked embarrassed, but she was eager to learn all the things that might please her beloved Albert. Rusty signaled to his friends, and they did what they'd agreed on previously. There was a very large overstuffed chair, and Billy and Sam both sat in it, wedged close together, grinning wickedly.
"Go ahead, Emily," said Rusty, "suck their cocks."
"But which one first?" said Emily.
"Both at once," said Sam, snickering.
"Yeah," said Billy. "You gotta learn to open your mouth wider."
Emily gawked at the two limp white pricks. "Oh, my goodness," she said.
"Come on, Emily, you can do it," said Rusty, steering her over to his leering friends.
The naked blushing teacher sank to her knees before the chair, moved her hot flushed face forward, and clumsily stuffed both soft white cocks into her mouth. It was quite a load, stretching her lips grotesquely, but she made it. She began to suck.
"Hey, weird," Billy giggled. "I can feel your cock, Sam."
"Yeah, I can feel yours, too," Sam laughed. "Hey, this is pretty good... Yeah, suck us off, Emily... Faster..."
While Sam directed the blushing spinster, Rusty crept up behind her. Unlike his friends, he had a stiff straining hard-on, and he'd gotten it from thinking about Miss Rogers' final lesson in sex. He could hardly wait for what he was going to do to her. He stroked some of the thick drooling cream from the head of his cock and rubbed it all over his rigid meat, making it slick and slippery.
"Ummmmm," Emily moaned.
She was getting into the spirit of things, enjoying her greedy hot sucking of two floppy boy-pricks, and her pussy was starting to swell up and grow wet with bright cunt-juice. In spite of her shyness and her inhibitions, Miss Rogers was as lusty as the next woman--and maybe more.
Rusty dropped silently to his knees behind her and eyed her pretty pink pussy. She had her small round ass stuck up in the air, and he could see everything plainly-the delicate light-brown hair fringe, the plump pulsing pussylips, the small leaking mouth of her cunt. It wasn't her cunt that interested him this time, though.
He eyed the small brown wrinkle of her asshole. It looked very tiny and tight. He trailed his hand over her steamy wet slit and got some cream, rubbed it on her puckered asshole. He wiggled a fingertip inside the clenched mouth, lubricating her there.
"UMMMM," Emily murmured.
He liked having her asshole rimmed and fingered. He hoped she'd like the next step, too. He looked up at Sam and Billy, and they gave him a go-ahead sign. Emily was fully occupied with the fun of sucking two cocks at once, gurgling and moaning, her sucking getting faster and louder and wetter all the time.
Rusty's impatient cock gave a lurch and drooled more hot cream. Whether Emily was ready or not, he couldn't wait for this delicious new experience. He pressed, the hot hard red tip of his cock against her tiny wrinkled asshole and pushed.
"UHHHH!" Emily gasped.
She felt his hard fat cock-head pushing against her ass, probably figured he had the wrong hole, but her mouth was too full of stiff swollen cocks for her to protest. She started to draw back, but Billy and Sam, as planned, seized her glossy brown head and forced it down into their laps. She had to go on sucking them, even as she muttered her protests.
Rusty sweated and pushed. Her little asshole was fantastically tight, clenched hard against his entry. He couldn't even get the head of his dick into that tiny resisting hole.
"Relax, Emily," he panted, "let me in. This is what I was telling you about, the final lesson. You gotta learn to take it in the ass. It's fun, believe me-if you just relax. Albert will really dig it-."
It was the last remark that did it. With the mention of Albert Rumbaugh, Emily moaned and relaxed her anal muscles, and Rusty's fat red cock-head went popping into her tiny tight asshole. She whimpered with fright as he pushed steadily deeper into her seething bowels, but she kept her bumhole loose, apparently willing to do anything to please her secret love, Albert.
"Awww," Rusty bawled, "aww, Jesus, TIGHT!"
It was better than he'd dreamed. Miss Rogers' fantastically tiny hot asshole felt delicious around his adolescent prick. He pushed all the way in, clear to his balls, and felt fierce heat and velvety flesh. He began to ass-fuck her slowly and deeply, savoring the tight hot fit.
"Uhhh," she whimpered, "uhhhh . .."
She was scared and shocked, no doubt, but Rusty didn't quit, and after a while she began to dig it. Her cries got huskier and more excited, and her pussy started leaking juice again. He cornholed her faster, and she responded with a yelp of pleasure. She started sucking like crazy on the twin cocks in her mouth, and it was the boys' turn to yelp.
"Oh, yeah, GO!" Sam cried, "Suck us off, Miss Rogers..."
Her cocksucking was juicy, wet and loud. Her fiery little asshole gripped and squeezed Rusty's horny jerking dick. Now she was really enjoying it. Her butt slammed back and forth with his thrusts, and she moaned blissfully each time he jammed the full hard length of his dick into her bowels.
"UHHHHH!" she wailed.
Her fiery asshole seemed to squeeze his cock flat, and Rusty started to come. Fortunately she was coming, too, her tight little asshole convulsing around his squirting meat. In her frenzy of pleasure she sucked furiously, and Sam and Billy began to yelp and squirt their tasty hot jism down her throat. Emily moaned and swallowed it all readily.
Later, after they'd dressed and she was seeing them to the door, Rusty said, "That was your last lesson, Emily, like I said. But we'll be back soon with a really big surprise for you."
They hurried on toward Betty Ames' house, and Billy said, "You did it again, Rusty. You promised a big surprise. Aren't you gonna let Sam and me in on it?"
"Soon," Rusty said with a grin. "I just gotta work out a few more details."
It was Lyle Ames' bowling night, the night when Betty usually asked them over. When they knocked, however, she didn't answer. Then they heard her calling faintly, "Come on in, boys. I'm in the bathtub."
The boys entered and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Betty was in the tub, deep in bubbles, with just her gorgeous big round tits showing. Her face was rosy and howny. She gave them a wicked grin as they crowded into the bathroom.
"Hey, Betty," said Rusty somewhat irritatedly, "you knew we were coming. How come you're not ready yet?"
"I AM ready," she giggled. "I thought it'd be fun if we all had a bath together."
That was typical of Betty. She always wanted to try something weird and different. Rusty and his pals looked at each other, shrugged and took off their clothes for the third time that evening. Betty's plans might be crazy at times, but they always proved to be fun.
This time nobody had a cock-stand. Their dicks were pretty well exhausted from their sessions with Rita and Emily. The bath would give them time to recuperate, Rusty hoped. He didn't want Betty to be disappointed. Since Lyle was a complete dud in bed, she had only the boys to relieve her powerful lust.
Betty grinned and made room as the three young teenagers climbed into the tub beside her. There was just enough room for them all, if they scrunched up. The warm water felt good, kind of sexy. Betty seized a bar of soap and a washcloth, still grinning wickedly.
"I'll wash all of you," she said, "and then you can wash me."
That didn't sound particularly exciting, but the boys said nothing. They needed the rest. Rusty was thinking they couldn't go on like this, trying to satisfy three women in one night, especially now that school was starting. They'd have homework, their parents would insist on them coming in early . .. Oh, well, he'd worry about that later.
Betty soaped the washcloth good and turned toward Billy. She urged him up onto his knees, and his limp dripping cock emerged from the bubbles. Grinning, she began to wash his pale prick and his limp balls, rubbing them briskly.
"HEY!" Billy gasped. "Oh, hey, wow, that's a turn-on!"
Betty chuckled. "I thought it would be," she said.
She rubbed all over his cock and balls with the rough cloth, and Billy gasped and squealed. Then she tossed the cloth aside and put her bare slick soapy hands on his little floppy balls. She began to massage them briskly, and Billy squealed again.
"Awww, Jesus," he gasped, "this is something else . . ."
It must have been, for his stubby boy-cock shot to life right before his buddies' eyes. Betty's soapy hands milked and squeezed his swelling pink nut sac, and his cock lurched into stiffness, growing fat and hard. Betty giggled as she watched it. She leaned down, stuck out her red wet tongue, and briefly tickled the dark-red swollen head of his prick. Billy squealed blissfully.
"There," she said, "you're ready. Now it's your turn, Sam."
Sam, grinning and eager, rose to his knees in the warm bubbles. His pale peter was limp and. wrinkled, his balls flapping emptily. Betty soaped up the rough washcloth again and applied it to his cock and nuts, rubbing firm and fast. Sam gasped and went pink all over.
"Holy shit," he breathed, "it feels fantastic ..."
He just knelt there panting while the grinning redhead briskly washed his floppy little prick and dangling red balls. Sam's grin broadened by the second. Again Betty tossed the cloth aside, soaped up her hands, and began to massage. One hand cupped and squeezed his limp red nut sac, and the other furiously pumped his wrinkled dick.
"Ohhh, man," Sam whined, "olihhh, yeah... Frig me, Betty ..."
"I'm not frigging you, you naughty boy," she giggled. "I'm washing you."
"Feels like frigging to me," Sam sighed blissfully.
Under her expert eager hands, Sam's cock soon came to life. His rosy balls swelled up like little balloons and grew taut and throbbing. His prick twitched, grew, swelled. Soon he had a drooling hard-on. Betty briefly licked the swollen head of his cock, and Sam gave a yelp of delight.
"Okay, you're ready," she said. "Now I'll wash you, Rusty."
"Oh, yeah," Rusty said, eagerly rising to his knees, "wash me, Betty."
He found out what his friends had gotten so excited about. The rough washcloth, applied firmly and fast to his limp cock and balls, sent strange sharp shivers of pleasure through his loins. That got him plenty interested, and then when Betty used her bare soapy hands, that got him hard and horny.
Betty's hot slippery hands seemed to be everywhere at once, squeezing his balls, pumping his cock, massaging life and hardness into his crotch. He watched his pale prick stand up in her fist and swell and stiffen. She flicked out her red wet tongue and tickled the hard head of his dick, and he yelped with pleasure.
Betty looked at the three stiff drooling cocks around her and said proudly, "There, you're all washed, boys. Now wash me, please."
"Right," they chorused.
They didn't need instructions. They understood the game by now. Betty backed into one end of the tub, lifted her legs and hung them over the sides. That brought her pink naked pussy right out of the water. Rusty soaped the washcloth and rubbed it firmly over her bright-pink slit, while Billy and Sam soaped their hands good and applied them to her clit and asshole.
"Ooooo!" Betty squealed. "Ooooo, YEAH! Eeeee, wash me, fellas ... Be sure to get me real clean ... Oh, my God ..."
With two pairs of hands and a rough soapy cloth stimulating her ever-hungry gash, it didn't take Betty long to get powerfully horny. The boys washed and washed, but they couldn't clean up the steady stream of hot juice that poured from her aroused cunt. She got pink-faced and panting in no time at all.
"Jesus," she sighed, "that's great. .. But I wanta ball now. I want it real bad. Let's go to the bedroom ..." She leaped out of the tub, pink and dripping.
"Shouldn't we dry off?" Rusty asked as the boys followed her.
"No time," Betty panted. "Gotta have it now..."
She raced down the hall, the boys hurrying after her.
"Don't worry," Sam laughed, "we'll steam it off! Don't need no towels!"
Betty streaked into the bedroom and jumped onto the king-size bed, her big round tits wobbling furiously. She got quickly onto her hands and knees, and the boys just as quickly took their positions. They knew by now what Betty liked best. She liked having all three boys at once, each at a different hole.
"Hurry," she panted, "oh, hurry, kids ... I'm so horny ..."
Rusty slipped beneath her and rammed his hard pecker into her red-hot dripping cunt. Sam slipped behind her and wriggled his long slim rod into her tight hungry asshole. Billy knelt in front of her and fitted his stubby fat peter into her waiting hot mouth.
"UMMMM," Betty moaned.
She went into action, a deliciously curved lusty female machine. She sucked hotly and loudly on Billy's fat straining cock, making him squeal blissfully. She clenched her fiery slick cunt muscles around Rusty's probing dick, and he moaned with pleasure. She tightened her steamy little shithole around Sam's jerking meat, making him yelp with delight.
The panting quartet fucked like crazy for several minutes, Betty's lush body quivering and bucking, the boys clinging to her and working their frantic horny cocks furiously in her mouth, cunt and asshole. They had learned to be prepared for Betty's fantastic orgasms--it was like riding a bucking bronco. This time everybody managed to stay in the saddle, and as Betty writhed and moaned in ecstatic climax, the three howling boys shot their loads into her throat, womb and bowels. At last they all rolled in different directions, panting and sighing.
"Oh, Christ," Betty moaned, "that was terrific kids. I wish to God Lyle could bring me off like that, but he won't even try."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Rusty said mysteriously.
"Whaddya mean, honey?" said Betty. "I've been trying to get him to change for years, but it's no go."
Rusty refused to explain. As the boys dressed, he simply said, "Be prepared for a great surprise next time we see you, Betty."
They strolled home, exhausted from nearly six hours of fucking, and Sam said, "Come on, Rusty, tell us what's up. You promised all of them a surprise. We wanta know what you mean."
"Okay," said Rusty. "Meet me at the hideout tomorrow, and I'll tell you the whole thing. I'm gonna need your help ..."
CHAPTER NINE
Sam and Billy agreed that Rusty's plan was a masterpiece. They all knew that with school coming, they'd have to give up their ladies, and they all agreed that it was time to start fucking younger girls, girls their own age. But they felt an obligation to their older lovers, a duty to give them some substitute. That was where Rusty's plan came in.
With his pals' help, he worked out a way to give each woman her fondest dream. It took them a week to work out the details, but the night before school started, the boys were ready to carry out their plan.
They went to Rita's place first. She wasn't expecting them, and she looked surprised. Rusty said quickly, "Rita, here's that surprise we promised you. There's a guy coming over in just a minute, a Mr. Andy Green, to interview you for a job as a go-go dancer. You better get ready."
Rita clapped her hands, then quickly kissed each boy on the forehead. "You're real dolls," she said happily. "That's what I always wanted, to be a dancer. I can't thank you enough."
"You're already thanked us," said Rusty, "more than you know. Good luck, Rita."
She waved goodbye, and the boys crept around the side of the house to her bedroom window. They wanted to see the results of their good deed. They'd told Andy Green, a nightclub owner, about this well-endowed chick, but it was up to Rita to make the interview a success. As the boys settled into their hiding place outside the window, they saw Rita frantically doing her hair and putting on make-up.
The doorbell rang, and Rita rushed to answer it. A moment later she was leading Andy Green into her bedroom.
Green was maybe forty-five years old, dark, stocky and attractive in a rugged way. He was smoking a cigar and carried a small cassette player. Rita gave him her best smile but looked a little nervous.
"Okay, Miss Davis," said Green, "let's see what you can do. I'll put on some music, the kind we have at the club. You'll wanta take off that robe, though. Our girls just dance in panties."
It was the only time the boys had seen Rita blush. She quickly did as Green asked, though, untying her robe and letting it waft to the floor. Underneath she was wearing just a little pair of black lace bikini panties.
Green gawked. He was an experienced nightclub manager and had seen all kinds of girls undressed, but Rita's naked tits would have made any man gawk. It wasn't often you saw a pair of jugs literally the size of watermelons. Rita's swollen heavy tits swayed gently before her, capped with taut pink nipples.
"You, uh, wanted me to dance?" she said.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," Green said, wrenching his eyes from her enormous milky-white boobs. "Here, I'll turn the music on."
He played a tape of loud rock music, and Rita instantly started moving to it. Although she was only a waitress, it was obvious that she'd practiced for a more exciting career. She moved easily and well, her platinum hair flying, hips swinging, fingers snapping. But Green's eyes were riveted to her huge bouncing tits. So were the boys' eyes. Rita was every bit as spectacular as they'd imagined.
She was forty years old, and Rusty had worried that Green would think her too old. He stopped worrying now. She didn't look her age, and, anyhow, she could have been eighty for all Green cared. The only part of her performance that really mattered was those fantastic big knockers. They would hypnotize any audience.
The music came to an end, and Rita stopped dancing and looked at Green anxiously. "Well," she said, "what do you think? Will you consider me for a job, Mr. Green?"
Green swallowed hard and once again forced himself to look away from the great ripe melons of her tits. "You'll do fine," he said in a strange husky voice. "I want you to start right away."
Rita squealed and clapped her hands. "Oh, my gosh," she said, "I'm so thrilled. I always wanted to be a dancer, but I didn't think I was good enough. Thank you so much, Mr. Green."
"Call me Andy," he said. "And you don't need to worry about your talent, honey. You got what it takes to bring that audience right out of their seats."
Rita beamed, not realizing that Green referred to her chest rather than her dancing abilities. "That's great," she said. "Would you like to join me in a drink to celebrate?"
"I'd rather have something else," said Green, standing up and approaching her.
His eyes were actually glassy with lust, but Rita didn't catch on till he was standing practically face to face with her and breathlessly ogling her richly curved body. Then she flushed slightly and giggled, but she didn't move away.
"Why, Andy," she teased, "we only just met."
"Then let's get better acquainted," he said.
He pulled her to him and started kissing her hungrily. Already there was a big bulge in the crotch of his pants. The hard throbbing line rubbed Rita's bare belly, and her big hot jugs flattened against his broad hard chest. She moaned softly and ground her belly against his.
"Understand," Green said, "you don't have to do this to get the job. It's just that I'm crazy about you. But if you don't want to, say so."
The boys snickered softly at that. There'd never been a time when Rita didn't want to. She loved men, loved their bodies, and was always ready to make it with a reasonably attractive guy. Green was attractive enough.
"That's all right, Andy," she said huskily. "I could dig getting it on with you."
He grinned and led her over to the bed. Rita lay down, and he quickly pulled off her panties, uncovering her lush brown bush. He eyed her up and down, hungrily, as he removed his own clothes. The guy was a gorilla, powerfully muscled and matted with dark hair, but that seemed to excite Rita. She licked her lips as he approached her.
Green's cock was no longer than Rusty's, but it was very thick and urgently hard. Rita stared at it hungrily, and the next thing they all knew, Green was on his back. Rita pushed him firmly but gently into position, bent over him, and began ravenously licking his swollen cock. Green gasped with surprise and pleasure. His dark face flushed, and a lusty grin twisted his mouth.
"Hey, baby, yeah," he cried, "lick my meat... Man, I get off on that..."
The boys couldn't help feeling envious as Rita licked wetly and loudly all over Green's thick cock and swollen rosy nut sac. She made them wet and gleaming with her spit, and then she hungrily sucked his fat hard prick deep into her mouth. Even outdoors the boys could hear her wet and juicy sucking.
"Awww, Christ!" Green bawled. "That's great, honey... Man, do you know how to eat cock..."
She was an expert, all right. The boys remembered only too well. They sighed longingly, aching to be in Green's place, but they knew it was time to pass their ladies on to older lovers. Their choice had been a good one. Green was obviously wild about Rita, and she about him.
"That's good, doll," he panted, "but you better quit, or I'll come. I wanta ball you, Rita ..."
Almost reluctantly she let his thick spit-soaked meat slip from her mouth, but when Green rolled her onto her back and climbed between her legs, she got hot and eager again. He wedged his bloated hard dick into her hair-fringed wet hole and pushed into her.
"Oooooo!" Rita wailed. "Ohhhh, Jesus, Andy, are you hung .. . Ahhh, that's good ... Fuck me, Andy, fuck meeee..."
He did that, all right. The boys could hardly believe his endurance. He balled Rita steadily for fifteen minutes, making her come again and again. Yes, they had chosen well. Not only did Rita have the job of her dreams, she also had a lover her own age who could satisfy her.
"Come on, you guys," said Rusty, "let's cut out and leave them alone. We've done all we can for Rita."
The boys hurried over to Betty Ames' house to fulfill the second part of their plan. Betty, too, was not expecting them, and she looked almost panicked when she opened the front door.
"Hey, kids," she said nervously, "this is a bad time to come here. Lyle's due home from work any minute."
"We know," said Rusty with an impish grin, "and we're gonna leave as soon as we tell you something. Give him this note, Betty. Copy it out in your own writing. We guarantee it'll improve his performance in bed."
Betty took the note Rusty offered, red it, and then burst into laughter. "That's wild," she said. "It's so wild, it might even work."
"We hope so," said Sam. "See you around, Betty."
The boys left, and Betty sat down to copy the note. It read:
-- Dear Lyle, I have had it with your cruddy performance in bed. Twenty years of boredom is enough. From now on I'm not going to put out for you unless you do it my way. No cooperation, no pussy. And if you can't take care of me, I'll find a man who can.
Betty --
When Lyle came home from work a few minutes later, Betty handed him the note without a word, then stalked into their bedroom and closed the door. Rusty and his friends were already settled into their spying place outside the bedroom window. They saw Betty smiling and taking off her clothes....
When Lyle first read the note, there was dead silence from the living room. After a few minutes he started bellowing and cursing, but Betty didn't let it bother her. She just lay naked on the bed, smiling and petting her flaming-red bush. After about fifteen minutes Lyle came storming into the bedroom.
"You can't really mean this," he said angrily, waving the note.
"Oh, yes, I do, love," Betty replied. "I'm tired of being cheated in bed. You never take the trouble to arouse me-you think only of yourself. Well, I've got three, uh, men who'd go to bed with me the minute I gave the signal, so I don't have to bother with you any more. But I'm willing to give you one more chance, Lyle. If you can fuck me really well, I won't cheat on you."
Lyle looked like a maddened ape. He glared, jumped up and down angrily, and his nostrils flared. He tried to say something, but only a growl came out. He stalked out of the room. Betty waited calmly. In about one minute he came back and started to undress.
"All right, dammit," he said, "just this one time. I'll do all that kinky stuff you like, because I'm damned horny, but only this time."
"No deal," said Betty. "You have to do it my way every time from now on. If you can't agree to that, I can always call one of my friends." She reached for the bedside telephone.
Lyle hobbled over, his pants around his ankles, and snatched the phone from her. "All right, all right," he said. "We'll do it your way. I don't like the idea of all them Commie atheistic practices, but I'll tell you one thing, baby-no matter what it is, I can do it better than any of your friends."
"Of course you can, Lyle, darling," Betty purred.
He finished taking off his clothes as Betty watched him. He had a powerful exciting body, the kids had to admit. His cock was nothing spectacular, but it was big enough and hard enough. The only question was, could Lyle really improve? All his life he'd known nothing but fuck and run--or in his case, fuck and snore. The boys waited anxiously, hoping for Betty's sake that things would work out.
He climbed onto the bed beside her, looking surly and flushed. Betty smiled maddeningly and stretched out on her back, opening her shapely legs. Her ripe red pussy was wet and gleaming, her coppery fringe glistening with beads of cunt-juice. She was ready for all kinds of sexual adventures, but was Lyle?
"Okay," he said sullenly, "whaddya want me to do first?"
Betty grinned with unholy glee. "Eat my pussy," she said.
Lyle grimaced. "That's for Commies and creeps," he said, "but I got no choice. This is blackmail, dammit. Hell, I don't even know how to do it. You'll have to tell me."
Betty just went on grinning. She opened her legs very wide, bending her knees, and exposed her whole gleaming wet gash. She crooked her finger at Lyle, summoning him, and he sheepishly crawled between her legs. As his moist hot breath fanned her ever-horny slit, she gave a deep sigh.
"Lick my clit," she said excitedly. "Right here, this thing ..."
She parted the flaming furry lips of her cunt and uncovered the bright-red lump of her clit. Lyle glared at it, no doubt suspecting a Communist plot, then lowered his head and stuck out his large red tongue. Gingerly he flicked her little rosy bud with the tip of his tongue.
"Lyle," Betty sighed, "a four-year-old could do better than that. You told me you'd be the best, so prove it. Show some enthusiasm, Lyle. Lick me hard, suck me .. ."
Lyle growled, and his flushed rugged face disappeared between her soft silky thighs. The boys heard a loud wet sucking noise, then a shrill screech of delight from Betty.
"Oooo, yeah, honey, like THAT!" she squealed. "Yeah, Lyle, that's GOOD! Ahhhhhh .. ."
Lyle's head bobbed up and down between her parted thighs, and his furious clit-sucking got more lewdly loud and juicy by the second. Betty wailed her pleasure, her eyes roiling crazily, and slammed her pussy up to meet his hot sucking mouth. A look of absolute sensual bliss lit her face.
"Ohhh, that's wonderful, darling," she moaned. "That's what I want.. . Now move down lower, Lyle ... Find my cunt... Yessss ... Now lick it, baby, get your tongue in my cunt... AHHHHH, YES!"
Lyle's head had dipped even lower between her thighs, and then the boys heard a loud wet slurping sound as he thrust his thick tongue right up Betty's hot slippery box. His jaw and neck muscles worked powerfully. They had to give old Lyle credit-once he made up his mind to do something, he did it well.
"Ahhhh, God," Betty shrieked, "yessss ... So fuckin' good, baby ... Yeah, eat my cunt... Oooooo..."
That went on for about a minute, Lyle's head bobbing swiftly, his thick rough tongue making obscene wet noises as he deeply reamed and probed his wife's furiously creaming twat. Then the boys saw his head dip even lower, and they wondered what he was up to. Betty hadn't asked him to do anything else ...
"Ummm," she murmured, "what're you doing, Lyle? Ummmm, oh, hey, baby, that's my asshole ... You don't have to-OH! OHHHH, MY GOD!"
Rusty and his friends exchanged a grin. They were getting to be almost proud of Lyle. He not only did his work well, he was inventive, too. Without any instruction from Betty, he'd thrust his tongue up her asshole, something that always drove her wild--as the boys knew from happy experience.
"Ohhh, Lyle, honey, that's terrific," she said, sobbing with pleasure. "I just love it. Yeah, stick your tongue in my ass, baby, deep, deep... OHHHHHH!"
Betty began to come. She threw her legs straight up in the air, and now the kids could see Lyle digging his tongue fiercely into her tight little brownie, right down to the root. Betty shrieked and wailed and came, and he tongue-fucked her ass furiously till she finished.
"Oh, my God," she panted, "that was wonderful. You sure learn fast, honey."
Lyle at last raised his cream-soaked face from her drenched slit. He was grinning. "You know," he said, "that wasn't half-bad."
Betty grinned, too. "Well, it was great for me," she said. "And now you're gonna get your reward."
She dived for his cock, hungrily sucking it into her mouth right down to his balls. This time Lyle didn't frown or protest or say that she was sick in the head. He gasped. He gasped loudly with pleasure as his lovely red-haired wife began to suck loud and fast on his thick swollen rod.
"Awwww, shit," he bawled, "that's good, Betty, real good . .. Yeah, I like it. . . Don't stop ... Oh, man .. ."
He just lay there red-faced and grinning while Betty hunched over him, sucking ravenously on his thick cock. His taut balls rubbed her chin, and his hard creaming cock-head was in her throat. She sucked him dizzyingly fast, gurgling and moaning in her excitement, and before long Lyle yelped and fed her thick blasts of his cum. Betty greedily ate it all.
They collapsed in each other's arms, and Lyle said with a blissful grin, "Hey, I take it back about all this being Commie stuff. It's so good, I figure Americans must have invented it."
"Yes, dear," Betty said happily as they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Rusty and his friends felt really good about what they'd done for the Ames' marriage. It was their second good deed of the day. There was just one more step in their plan, the most delicate and difficult step of all. They hurried over to the home of their former teacher, Miss Emily Rogers.
Emily greeted them in a paint-stained jumpsuit that fit her like a sack, completely hiding her graceful slim figure. Her hair was drawn back in that ugly bun again. Rusty, Billy and Sam groaned.
"Quick, Emily," said Rusty, "into the bathtub. Get that paint off and dress as sexy as you can, the way we taught you to. Mr. Rumbaugh is coming in half an hour."
Emily almost fainted. "Albert?" she gasped. "Coming here? Oh, my God, I look awful! I won't know what to say. How did you get him to come? What am I going to do?"
The boys piled into the house and propelled the hysterical spinster toward the bathroom. "Keep cool, Emily," said Billy. "You can do it. You're gonna do fine. You just gotta get cleaned up is all."
"Yeah," said Sam, "once he sees you dressed up, he won't be able to resist you. Here, I'll run the' bath water."
Emily dutifully got out of her paint-splattered clothes, but she was anxious and puzzled. "I don't understand," she said. "Did you boys set this up? Why is Albert coming to my house?"
Rusty grinned mischievously. "We forged a note from you," he said. "We knew you were too shy to do it yourself. For your information, you invited him for cocktails and to watch some program on educational TV, something about earthworms and their contribution to civilization. You can skip the program, of course."
"Oh, my God," said Emily.
Sam urged her into the bathtub and started scrubbing her. Billy and Rusty went to her room to pick out an appropriate costume for the evening. They found a red minidress that would hug her body and show off her nice long legs. When they brought it into the bathroom, Emily blushed hotly.
"Oh, I couldn't wear that," she said. "It came from Sears by mistake. I haven't gotten around to returning it. It's much too revealing."
"You're gonna wear it, Emily," said Rusty. "Take our word for it, Albert will flip out. Dig--PJBookmarkPJthe old you didn't get anywhere with him, so there's gotta be a new you."
Somehow they got the nervous spinster schoolteacher dressed and ready in time for her unexpected date. Her long gleaming hair was down around her shoulders, she left off her glasses, and the short red dress fit her like a charm. She looked beautiful. She was also nervous as hell, so Rusty made her drink a big shot of straight vodka.
Emily grimaced and coughed as she drank the stuff. "Oh, God," she said, "I'm so nervous."
"You'll do fine," said Rusty. "We gotta split now. Good luck."
They left her trembling in her living room and raced around to hide outside the window. They'd barely gotten settled before Albert Rumbaugh drove up in his battered blue Volkswagen. He was immaculate in a dark suit and tie, but his face was red and he was clearly nervous. He walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
He looked more than ever like Porky Pig, a little pink middle-aged man, but Emily loved him, and that was all that mattered. She opened the door and greeted him with a shy smile. Rumbaugh stared at her, wide-eyed. She really did look gorgeous, not at all like the sour-faced woman he knew at school.
"Emily," he said delightedly, "you look marvelous."
"Thank you, Albert," she said. "You're looking very nice, too."
She let him in and made him a drink. The boys watched anxiously. At first things didn't seem to go too well. Both Emily and Albert were painfully shy. They stared at each other a lot, and the conversation dragged. Finally Albert cleared his throat and spoke.
"Well," he said nervously, "I guess we were going to watch that show on earthworms, weren't we? It's coming on right about now."
Something strange happened to Emily's face. She looked disappointed, then angry, then determined. It was like she'd suddenly made a bold decision.
"To hell with earthworms," she said. "Albert, come here."
He was so surprised that he obeyed without a word. He walked over to the chair where Emily was sitting. Her blue eyes were hot and lusty, and they seemed to hypnotize him. He walked close, till their knees were touching. He seemed unable to speak.
Emily leaned forward and unzipped his fly. Rusty and his pals clutched each other, stifling cries of glee. Emily had come through. All their teaching hadn't been wasted on her. She reached into Albert's open fly and drew out his limp pale cock. He just stood there gawking, still unable to speak or move.
To the astonishment of Emily and the boys, Albert Rumbaugh, the bashful mousy biology teacher, was hung like a horse. Even limp, his cock was a thick eight inches. Emily's surprise changed quickly to lust, however. Licking her lips, she stuffed Albert's long thick dick into her mouth and started sucking it loud and fast.
"EMILY!" Albert gasped. "Oh, my goodness. Ohhh ... Ahhhh ... My gosh ... AHHHHHH!"
As the pretty teacher sucked hungrily and loudly on his long thick rod, Albert Rumbaugh broke into a blissful grin. He swayed dizzily before her, panting and moaning with pleasure. In no time at all the boys saw his monster cock going rigidly hard and stiff, stretching her small red lips.
"That's enough, Emily!" he gasped. "Let's do something that will be fun for both of us."
He popped his huge saliva-soaked dick from her mouth, flung her legs up over the arms of the chair, and deftly ripped off her panties. Emily's lovely pink slit gleamed with bright cunt-juice. She trembled with excitement as Albert dropped to his knees and wedged the huge red knob of his cock-head between her dainty pink pussylips.
"Emily," he panted, "I've wanted you for so long."
"And I've wanted you," she sighed. "Let's not waste another second. Hurry, Albert, put your cock in me. Fuck me! Oh, God, yesssss ..."
Albert's enormous cock slid swiftly up her tight little cunt, and both of the shy teachers moaned with pleasure and lust. Albert started fucking her hard and fast, and Emily screeched with delight and opened her legs even wider for him. It was apparent that they were going to miss the program on earthworms.
Rusty, Billy and Sam crept into the alley and started walking in the direction of home. "Well, that's it," said Sam. "Our plan worked out really well. They'll all be happy now."
"It worked too damn well," Billy said gloomily. "Now who are WE gonna fuck?"
Rusty was grinning. "I have a little surprise," he said. "Remember those new people who moved next door to me last week? Well, they've got three daughters just our age, real foxy chicks. They're gonna meet us at the hideout in just about ten minutes."
Sam and Billy looked doubtful. "Yeah," said Sam, "but will they put out for us?"
Rusty grinned even wider. "They already did," he said. "I mean for me. I decided to investigate, and--"
But Billy and Sam were already streaking toward the hideout.
