Chapter 7
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.
"Ahhh, God, yessss," Betty whined, "yes, eat meee . .. Oh, Jesus, that's good ..."
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.
"Ohhhhhh, YEAH!" Betty gasped. "Yeah, ball me, kid, HARD! Oh, man, that's good ... Don't stop..."
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 ..."