Chapter 1
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.
"Turn around," Rusty chanted softly. "Oh, baby, please turn around ..."
"Yeah, this way, honey," Sam whined.
"I'm gonna come," Billy announced again.
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.
"Uhhhh," Rita moaned, "deeper, baby, harder... Yeah, YEAH.. ."
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.