Chapter 4
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 ..."