Chapter 6
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.
"Lovely," she whined, "sooo nice ... Harder, dear, harder ... Ohhh, OHHHHHH!"
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 ...