Chapter 9
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.