"But ... but you're just a boy!" she cried out as she felt him pressing down on top of her.
"You didn't complain last time!" the youngster remarked as he rubbed the lump in his pants against the soft and supple flesh of her naked body.
His hands grasped her well-formed breasts. This was a real woman. The girls his own age couldn't satisfy him, but this woman knew how.
"No! No! Don't!" she cried out as she felt his broad young cock head pressing against her pussy lips.
But she knew that it was her own fault. She had gone out and sought pleasure with young teenaged boys and now this boy could not be turned off as easily as she might have wished.
As she felt the wide head of his young meat rubbing quickly up and down inside of her flaming pussy flesh, she remembered how long this boy was able to keep fucking.
But it wasn't really a fear of him that was making her upset. She knew that he had all of his young friends waiting and she knew that they were also hard and horny and anxious for the pussy of an experienced woman!
CHAPTER ONE
It was a typical day on Blandy Road.
Rhoda was looking out of her window and she was bored. That was the way that she knew that, it was a typical day.
She turned and looked around the living room and she saw that it was perfectly clean. Other housewives might sit and look out the window even while the room was a mess. But she prided herself on being a good housekeeper.
Then she looked down at herself and she saw that she was still in her robe. She had a full slip under the robe and that was all.
But when she stood up and looked in the mirror she saw that she didn't look like a mess either. There would certainly have been some people who would have criticized the woman for being undressed in the middle of the afternoon. But, then again, she couldn't think of any good reason to get dressed.
The mirror winked back at her, but there was very little purpose in the wink. Who was here to see the damn wink?
She was sexy! Yes! Even though she had been married for five years she had not let herself go to pot and she was proud of that.
But what was the point?
When her husband came home from a day in the office, he wouldn't have even noticed if she had been dressed in a gorilla suit, (a trick that Rhoda was always tempted to try).
So, that was the entire inventory of Rhoda's world. She could look out the window and see the street and she could look at the room that she was in and she could look at herself.
She wondered if anyone had a less adventurous day and she was wishing for some adventure to come her way.
At that moment she had no idea of the extent of the adventure that would be on its way down the street.
Looking out the window once more, she saw that there was a handsome young boy dressed in a boy scout uniform and he was turning up her walk.
The first thought that Rhoda had was that she didn't realize that it was already after three and that the youngsters were already out of school and the second thought that she had was that this young boy was very handsome.
Or perhaps those two thoughts occurred in the opposite order.
There was very little time for Rhoda to wonder about much because her doorbell rang.
"Yes?" she asked, half-concealed behind the door that was half-opened.
"Would you like to buy a raffle for the boy scouts, ma'am? It's only fifty cents and you can win many wonderful prizes including a trip for two to Iowa City where you will be put up with at the beautiful Pilford Arms Hotel in the beautiful downtown section of the city!"
The boy had pronounced that same speech with the same lack of any inflection at least thirty times that afternoon. But this time when he looked straight ahead into the beautiful blue eyes of the luscious blonde woman, he knew that he had made a sale.
Perhaps he did not immediately realize just how much he had sold!
"Come in!" Rhoda said.
"Come in?" the boy asked, still standing on the front step.
"Yes! I, uh, have to get my money!"
The boy stepped into the house and Rhoda closed the door. She felt a strange tingling in her pussy as she looked at the handsome youngster who was standing so tall and erect in her living room.
She wondered what else about him would be long and erect?
For the moment she looked at his legs. He was wearing the green boy scout shorts and the high gray socks in his hiking boots. The young boy's thighs seemed to be almost bulging right out of his hiking shorts as he stood there.
He certainly had a well-developed ass and thighs and Rhoda knew how important that was for a good fucker.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"The fellas all call me Butch!" he said.
"Yes! I can see why!" she said, looking up from the china closet where she always kept her money and very aware of the large lump that was filling out the front of the boy's shorts.
"Excuse me, ma'am?"
"Just a little joke, Butch. A very little joke."
Pocketing her money in the large front pocket of the robe, she turned to him and said, "I don't seem able to find the money. You'll have to give me a moment, Butch."
"Oh, that's okay!" Butch replied, putting his hands in his front pockets.
Actually the reason that he didn't mind the delay was that he was enjoying the view that he was getting of Rhoda. Her blonde hair was fluffy and was hanging down to her shoulders.
Even though the robe that she was wearing was very loose and hid some of the finest points of her body, her breasts were so large that the top of the robe looked like it was going to burst open.
And her legs looked like fine white marble that had been molded by a brilliant craftsman who had managed to get the perfect turn and curve in the calves., What the boy didn't realize, which all fourteen-year-old boys fail to realize, was that when he put his hands in his pocket to press against the growing shaft of meat that was locked away in his underpants, the woman knew exactly what he was doing.
He thought that he was being so casual and coy.
The other thing that he didn't realize was that he was getting the woman hot.
Butch was a typical boy in many ways. One of the problems with his growing up was that he truly believed all of the things that people told him to believe. Therefore he believed it when the boys all told him that girls didn't really want sex!
Since all of the girls in the school had been told the same thing, it was a pretty safe bet that Butch had never come in contact with any girl who would have told him different.
Even though so many of the girls in the school had itching and inflamed pussies all of the boys in the school had to go around with aching and throbbing erections because the girls wouldn't ever admit to craving the sex that they denied the boys.
Here! In this room was the start of a brilliant notion!
All of these horny young boys were going home every afternoon and sneaking up to their bedrooms so that they could jerk off their young cocks and shoot all of their sperm all over their blankets.
Meanwhile there were all the women who were alone all afternoon and they were feeling bored and pretty horny themselves.
Wouldn't it be perfect for each of these different parties to have come together.
When Rhoda turned around from her china closet she was looking straight at the boy's crotch. Since he had his hands in his pockets to facilitate his playing with his hard meat, his face grew bright red from embarrassment.
Butch was certain that he had been discovered in the act of touching his cock and he was ashamed.
He didn't realize that as his cock was getting hard, her pussy was creaming up. And if he had realized it, he was too inexperienced to have known what to do.
Rhoda knew that it was all up to her. She knew that the boy was too timid to seduce her so if she was going to get any satisfaction from him, she would have to make all the moves.
"How old are you?" Rhoda said, trying to make friendly conversation as she shuffled through the drawer in the buffet.
"Fourteen!" the boy said, trying to deepen his changing voice and to stand up as straight as he could.
"I hadn't realized that it was already after three and that school had let out!"
"I get out of school at two. The high school is on a split session!"
"You're in high school?" Rhoda said, turning to the boy and no longer even pretending to look for the money.
"Ninth grade!" Butch said, slightly insulted.
"Well, now that I look at you I can see that you certainly are a big boy!"
He could no longer stand up very straight because he had to try to hide the bulge in his pants. Rhoda could tell that the boy was embarrassed and she decided that she should just make the most of it.
"When I was in school, ninth grade was still a part of junior high school! But then again, there are a lot of tilings that have changed since I was in school!"
"Oh, I bet it wasn't so long ago!" Butch said, knowing the compliment he was giving to the twenty-five-year-old woman.
"Why, thank you, Butch. But, I know that I'm right! When I was in school we were all very backwards about sex. I'll bet that you fourteen-year-olds today know more about sex than I knew when I was seventeen!"
Butch didn't deny this, although he did blush boyishly. There was no boy who would have denied that he knew about sex, even when, like Butch, they had never seen a pussy.
"I'll bet that you've already fucked a girl!" Rhoda said, trying her best to sound very studious and serious as she said this.
Butch almost choked and then he shrugged his shoulders.
"You mean to tell me that you haven't fucked a girl yet?" the housewife asked the boy.
"Almost!" Butch assured her. "I almost did it once or twice!"
Of course if he had been called upon to tell when those one or two situations had occurred when he had 'almost' managed to fuck a girl, he could not have named them.
But the answer that he gave her seemed to maintain the boy's dignity a little better than a flat negative response.
"A boy as good looking and well-built as you are, and no girl has let you fuck her pussy? I can't believe it!" Rhoda said in a softer voice as she moved a little closer to Butch.
The boy was so self-conscious and nervous about the conversation that he had actually forgotten to try to hide his hard-on. Since it was pressing out at its full length and was outlined in the shorts that he was wearing, (shorts which he had gotten more than a year before and had since outgrown), she could even tell that he had a circumcised cock, even through the layers of clothing that he was wearing.
"Well, you know the way that girls are!" he said.
"How?" she asked with a sympathetic voice.
His voice cracked as he said, "They don't want you to think that they're bad girls and so they don't want to put out much!"
"What a shame!" Rhoda said, her voice absolutely solicitous now. She had moved within a foot of the boy and he could feel her body heat. "I thought that we had gotten beyond that point! I thought that we had all grown up enough for females to admit that they also have great sexual urges!"
"They do?" the boy blurted out.
Rhoda nodded her head slowly and her own blue eyes fixed upon the blue eyes of the tall boy. There was a moment of silence as the two of them stood very close and breathed in unison.
But Butch broke the silence by saying, "Uh, thanks for the conversation. You've really been swell!"
He was so nervous and he was so certain that there was nothing further that could happen that he was ready to leave. In fact, now that he had locked away the image of the beautiful woman, he was anxious to leave her house.
The boy was such a defeatist about sex that he thought that the best thing he could do was to rush home and jerk off. He had been disappointed so often by the lovely girls his own age that he just assumed that that would be the pattern of the rest of his sex life.
Little did Butch realize that the pattern was about to change!
As he turned to leave he felt the long and elegant fingers of the young woman press on his shoulders. He knew that it was more than the pressure that told him to stay. He could feel the heat of the fingers pressing right through the fabric of his shirt.
"You forgot about the raffles!" Rhoda said.
"Oh, yeah!" he said, swallowing hard.
When the woman sat down on the couch, that was a perfect opportunity for the boy to sit down next to her. In a sitting position his hard-on would not be as obvious!
She reached into the pocket of her robe and she said, "Oh, here's my money!" Then she casually leaned back so that the boy could see a good deal of the soft white flesh of the inside of her thigh.
Rhoda could not help smiling. The youth had been so distracted by the flesh of her leg that he was not even paying attention to her. He was looking right up under her nightgown and trying to see as much as he could.
At that moment the woman wished that she hadn't been wearing panties so that she could have given the boy a better view of her love tunnel.
"Without those girls in school putting out, I'll bet that you beat off a lot!" Rhoda said, knowing that she was now shooting for the high stakes. She had to be bold at that moment or else risk losing the boy altogether.
Butch looked right up at the woman and his face turned seven different colors in succession. His mouth was hanging open in horror and humiliation. He had never even discussed his constant jerking off with any of his friends. Her certainly did not consider it a subject that was suitable to discuss with a local housewife.
There was nothing that the boy could say in response to this remark.
So, Rhoda, knowing that she had to give this all that she had, added, "It's quite all right to beat off, you know. When I was a girl I used to frig my pussy all the time!"
Well, the boy nearly came and fainted at the same time. Just hearing a luscious twenty-five-year-old blonde use the words 'Frig' and 'Pussy' was almost more than he could bear.
But it was a lucky thing that he didn't shoot his load at that moment, because the woman had even more in store for him.
His mouth was moving, but he could not get any words to come out of it. He was too frightened.
"You're trying to tell me something?"
"Y-y-you frigged your pussy?"
She put her long and sensual fingers right on the boy's side, pressed against the shirt that was clinging to his rib cage. "To tell you the truth, Butch. There are times when my husband is at work in the afternoon, when I still frig my pussy!"
And the woman did not take her hand off of the boy's body. She moved her fingers up lightly so that they were rubbing past the. point where she could feel his nipple pressing up against the shirt.
He knew just what she was doing, but he was too nervous to do anything. He just sat there and let it happen to him.
Rhoda understood the boy's combination of willingness and nervousness. She slowly began to unbutton his shirt and felt as if she were unwrapping a special sort of treat.
While one of her hands opened the buttons of the boy's shirt, her other hand reached inside and rubbed lightly over the smooth flesh of his skin. His skin was so soft and it was richly tanned.
Pulling the green scout uniform shirt out of the boy's pants, she was soon pulling it off of his arms.
Then, as he remained sitting there, she managed to open the webbed belt that was around his slim waist.
As she pulled the shorts open, she saw that he was wearing white jockey shorts and that the front of the underpants were stained with moisture.
"Stand up!" she hissed to him under her breath. , When he rose up, his scouting shorts slid right down his legs and she could see the really huge lump that was locked in the front of his underpants.
She stood up with him and soon he felt the well-manicured fingernails of the young woman running back and forth along the clinging top of his underwear. Her touch was so light that he could hardly tell that she was there. But it was so erotic that he felt the cum churning up in his balls.
Then her fingertips slid right into the elastic waistband of his briefs and she tugged slightly on them. They pulled down just far enough so that his redheaded cock jumped out of his shorts.
Rhoda put her fingers right around the hard shaft of meat and it literally leaped out of her hand.
It slapped up hard against Butch's belly and splashed a gooey load of gism against the light line of blonde hairs that ran down from his belly button.
Then as the boy took one quick step away from the woman, as if he were trying to escape from her clutches, his cock head flared out and splashed its cock juice against the silky fabric of Rhoda's nightgown.
Even when the boy's fist grasped firmly around the length of the hard meat, it kept on splashing juice out and dribbling all over the place.
Rhoda was trying to wipe the gism off of her nightgown, when it splashed onto her hand.
Bringing her hand up to her lips, she started to lick the sticky gism from the back of her hand. It was delicious. The cum of this young boy was so much tastier than her own husband's cum.
But when she looked back at the boy, she saw that he already had his pulsating cock stuffed back into the underpants and he was pulling his hiking shorts up his legs.
Apparently, he was so embarrassed by what had just happened that he wasn't even willing to face the woman. She was looking directly at the boy's firm ass cheeks that were locked inside of the thin white fabric and she was once more reminded that her pussy was all juiced up and ready for action.
Butch was surprised when he felt the sharp fingernails enter the back of his underpants.
"Huh?" he said, dropping his shorts back down to his knees and turning slightly, though hiding the bulge in the front of his shorts.
"Not so fast, fella!"
"I, uh, have to go!"
There was a pause as he looked in Rhoda's pale blue eyes and then she asked, "Have you ever seen a woman naked?"
He didn't answer. But that was answer enough.
"Then, you haven't seen a woman naked?"
"I've seen some of my father's magazines! The ones with the centerfolds!"
Rhoda let go of his underpants and she moved backwards toward the couch. She knew that it was easier to get the boy to follow her than to try to push him.
And she was right. With his green shorts down around his ankles and his jockey shorts still up and revealing the growing in his cock, he shuffled toward her.
She was lying there with her arms spread and her legs spread as she said, "If you want to see me naked, you can strip me. If you don't want to see me naked, you can leave!"
It was a safe bet she had taken. The boy was not about to leave when he had his first chance for a naked woman right in front of him.
She peeled off her robe and she was just wearing her nightgown and her panties. The boy almost wished that she had been wearing more than that because he would have enjoyed the task.
First he pulled off the annoying shorts that were binding his legs together.
Then he leaned down and felt his naked knees pressing into the deep pile of the rug. His hands hardly dared to touch the woman's legs. Her legs were so soft and the flesh was so taut and firm on the legs.
Pulling her nightgown up, he revealed inch by inch the beautifully curved thighs. Then he was looking right at the pink fabric of the woman's panties.
He passed his palm right over the front of the panties and he was surprised that he could feel the tightly pressed pussy hairs that were locked inside of them and he could also f ... -little bit of moisture toward the bottom of the panties.
As he continued to pull the nightgown up the woman's yielding body, he revealed even more of her luscious form. And soon the two beautifully rounded globes of her breasts were revealed to his view.
After a slight pause the boy pressed his thumb and his forefinger around one of the pointy pink tits and he rubbed and pinched at the delicate morsel of flesh.
Now that her nightgown was up under her armpits, the boy turned his attention the little triangle of space that was hidden by the woman's panties.
His young and thick fingers were rubbing along the tight elastic waistband of her panties and he finally pulled on them slightly.
When he kept inching the panties down he revealed the wispy top hairs of the woman's snatch and then he slowly revealed the entire patch of pussy hairs.
Sliding the tightly clinging panties down the woman's legs, he felt her foot rubbing up against the lump that had grown once again in his jockey shorts.
It was silly to be modest anymore and he realized that his post-orgasmic reaction had been a bit drastic. After he had finished cumming he felt so guilty about the sex that he had had that he could not bear to face the woman and he had been so embarrassed by his own nudity that he wanted to pull his shorts back up.
Butch didn't realize that this was a problem that was common in most teenaged boys. It would take most all of his friends many years to learn that the moment after orgasm could be the most beautiful moment for two lovers to share.
That moment, when all of the sexual desire has been drained from both of the parties, you can both feel warm and tender together and demonstrate that there is more than just heated passion that is holding you together.
But, at this point in life, the boy was too young to understand any of these things. He was ruled by his hard cock and his cock was often hard.
This was the advantage that made up for his lack of sensitivity. Although the boy was prone to have quick orgasms and although he did not have the skill of an experienced lover, it took very little to get him hard.
Now that he was looking at the naked woman who was pulling the nightgown over her head and lying on the couch inviting him into her arms, his cock was sticking out in front of him like a huge spear.
Climbing on top of Rhoda's well-rounded body, he pressed his body down so that his hard cock was crushed between his own body and Rhoda's soft curves.
She ran her fingertips down the boy's body and then she began to really feel the firm flesh of his youthful form. She grasped at some of the flesh of his ass cheeks and she squeezed hard.
The boy tensed his body in reaction and pressed his cock even harder against her crotch. A dribbling droplet of pre-cum oozed out of his piss slit and rubbed into the downy soft patch of pussy hairs.
Rhoda felt that this was another moment when she should take some of the lead.
She touched his cock as carelessly as she could. She did not want to be tender or caressing. She remembered the way that the boy had immediately shot his load the last time that she touched the heated shaft.
And then she directed the hard shaft of meat right up to her delicate pussy slit.
Spreading her legs, she managed to manipulate the cock head so that it was right in between her cunt lips. The boy felt the great heat of the woman's hot cunt as if it was clinging around the hard and wide head of his cock.
When the cock head slid into the pussy, the two lips slapped back around the flared head so that it was virtually locked into the inflamed vagina.
Butch actually felt that his cock was encased in hot wax and that the cunt flesh had made an impression of the ridge of his cock head.
He was not far from the truth.
The woman's pussy flesh had been so heated up from the toying and anticipation that had preceded this fucking that the meat inside of her vagina was very supple and spongy.
Her cunt flesh had expanded just as his cock meat had expanded and after the sensation of having his cock inside hot wax had passed away, the boy decided that it felt like he had his cock inside of a sponge or a styrofoam case that had been especially cut to fit every little crevice in his dick.
But it was clinging so firmly to his hard cock that he was certain that he could not move it at all.
Pushing his cock into the cunt a little bit, he found, almost to his amazement, that he really was able to move his cock deeper into the pussy and that the pussy flesh moved with his cock.
There really were more things on heaven and earth than were dreamt of in his philosophy!
Sliding a little bit more of his cock into the hot pussy, he was amazed at the temperature of the inside of the woman's body. He felt as if he were ramming his cock into a stove.
But, entering her as he was, a little at a time, he felt his hard shaft being overwhelmed by the tight pussy.
And soon he felt his balls resting down against the delicate white flesh of the woman's well-formed thighs. His cock was all the way in her cunt.
Now he could begin to relax his body. He knew that his beautifully hard pecker would not relax as he remained lying on top of the woman, but he tried to relax his hips and his legs so that he could do a good job with the fucking that he was about to give this woman.
The first time he would ever fuck a woman!
He tried to be aware of everything! Absolutely everything! He wanted to memorize it all because he expected that he might have use for it when he spent his time jerking off in the future.
Butch was not an optomistic boy!
And he was aware of the way that his wide and hairless chest was pressing down against the delicate flesh of the woman's well-rounded breasts. He was aware of the feeling of the woman's soft and silky hand that was rubbing over his back.
Then he was aware of the pressure as she brought her thighs together and spread them apart once more.
She wanted him to start fucking her!
And whether it was a matter of understanding her body language or merely feeling that it was time to get on with it, the boy began to pull his cock back out of the cunt.
Slowly his cock was freed and he could feel the breeze in the room. Although the room was warm, his cock was covered with juice now and the air in the room felt cool as it circulated around the hard meat.
Also, the air in the room was not nearly as hot as the warmth of the pussy flesh. So when the boy had pulled three inches of his cock out of the pussy, he quickly slammed his cock back into the tight confines of the cunt flesh.
Fucking now seemed like such a natural thing to him!
His cock was being strangled by the hot and clasping hold of the pussy flesh so the boy pulled his cock out a little bit, but then he felt the chill of the room and he wanted to have his cock deep inside of the cunt once more.
As he went back and forth between this action he felt like the first caveman who discovered fucking!
If only all of the fourteen-year-old boys in the world knew that the things they craved and the instincts and desires that they felt were also shared by all of the other fourteen-year-old boys in the world, things might be much simpler for them.
But perhaps it is necessary that each boy goes through a period where he feels that he is discovering sex for the first time in human history.
Butch discovered fucking that afternoon!
And he did a hell of a good job at it!
Rhoda felt her cunt flesh tightening up and wriggling around the thick invader. It was literally as if the flesh on the walls of her pussy had expanded and was now trying to meet together in the center of the twat.
But the pussy flesh could not clasp together because the boy's hard cock was stuck right up in the middle of the girl's cunt.
So as the pussy flesh expanded out it merely rubbed more tightly against the sides of the boy's cock. He kept shoving his cock in and out of the inflamed vagina and he felt the walls of her moist orifice tightening harder and harder around his prick.
The fucking was becoming more difficult but that did not make the boy lose any of his tempo.
He was just ramming and digging harder with his hips.
Rhoda could tell that this was happening because she was clutching onto the boy's ass and she could feel the hard movement of his body each time that his cock thrust forward into her cunt.
His ass cheeks clenched together tightly and the muscles tensed so that the sides of his ass were hollowed out.
And then' she felt the ass cheeks tighten together even more firmly than they had before and she knew that the boy was going to cum.
His whole body tensed up as if he were having a hard-on of the body. His legs and arms became stiff and even his breathing became labored. Then his cock jerked up inside of the cunt where it was deeply lodged and he felt like his body was being sucked into the pussy. He braced himself because he was afraid for one crazy moment that his balls were going to get lodged deep inside of the cunt.
Butch shut his eyes and groaned in ecstasy as he felt the cock juice being sucked from his joint by the undulating walls of the pussy.
And when Rhoda felt the slap of the hard cock head against the delicate walls of her vagina, she knew that her cunt was on the verge of really responding.
Then a flood of cunt cream began to ooze out of her body as she felt splash after loaded splash of cock juice slam into her.
She clutched tightly onto the firm young body of the boy as she felt her pussy and his cock locked together in an impassioned orgasm!
CHAPTER TWO
Rhoda was not the only woman who spent a good part of her afternoon looking out of her window on Blandy Street.
Directly across the street from Rhoda, in a house that was built in precisely the same floor plan, (since all of the houses on Blandy had been done by the same builder), was another woman who occasionally glanced out of her window.
Lucille was a tall and angular redhead who wore a continually bored expression on her gorgeous face.
Her curly red hair framed her face and her long and leggy body would have been better suited to the pages of a fashion magazine than to the life of a housewife in the little Iowa town of Happy Valley.
When Lucille had looked out of the window and seen the handsome form of the boy scout disappearing into the front door of Rhoda's house, she hadn't thought anything of it. But when she had continued to look out the window and had not seen the boy leave the house, she knew that something must have been going on!
Even though Lucille had a roast in the kitchen, she did not leave that window as long as the boy was in her neighbor's house.
And when the boy left hurriedly more than an hour later, Lucille knew everything!
"That little cunt!" Lucille said softly to herself, referring to her unseen neighbor. "She has such a sexy hunk of a husband and she has the nerve to spend her afternoons with some young boy!".
And yet as Lucille watched the young boy rush off down the street and she saw the tightly clinging hiking shorts that he was wearing, she knew that it was jealousy that motivated her words.
She also wanted a piece of the action!
Lucille would just have to figure out how she was going to go about getting it!
What she didn't realize at that moment, and what Rhoda certainly did not realize was that this little incident was going to be the start of an organization that would bring joy, and perhaps a little terror, into the lives of the housewives on Blandy Road!
And it would all begin on the following afternoon!
Rhoda was bursting from the secret that was locked away inside of her and so she knew that she had to share it with her best friend and next door neighbor.
It was right after eleven in the morning when her friend Rosalind came over for coffee, and Rhoda was a little coy with her.
It was almost noon before Rhoda told her friend about the boy scout and all that had happened the previous afternoon.
"He really fucked you?" Rosaline asked, feeling her own pussy juicing up upon hearing Rhoda's story.
Rhoda smiled as she nodded and said, "And it was wonderful!"
Just at that moment the doorbell rang.
"Fuck!" Rhoda said as she stood up. "Whoever that is, I'll get rid of them fast!"
But when she opened the front door she was surprised to see that Lucille, her neighbor from across the street was standing there with her best friend, Ethel.
"Oh, I haven't seen you around much, Lucille!" Rhoda said, still blocking the doorway.
"That's exactly what I was saying to Ethel this morning!"
"Heh, heh! That's right!" Ethel added, her rounded face sparkling with anticipation.
"I said that it was a shame that I didn't know that lovely Rhoda even better than I already knew her, because I just knew that Rhoda would be a lovely person to get to know!" Lucille babbled on joyously. , "That's what she said!" Ethel said, nodding with a broad grin on her face.
"But we don't want to put you to any trouble, dear!" Lucille said as she pushed right past Rhoda and swept into the house.
Ethel followed behind her friend as she said, "Don't go to any trouble at all!"
Rosaline had come out of the kitchen and when she saw that her two neighbors were there, she said, "Oh! What a lovely surprise!"
Actually less than a half an hour before both Rhoda and Rosaline had agreed that Lucille was a cunt and that Ethel was a simp. But now all four of the women were smiling with joy at the sight of each other.
"I should have guessed that Rosaline would be here!" Lucille said. "You two are such good friends!"
Rhoda excused herself to go make coffee even though both Lucille and Ethel kept insisting that Rhoda not go to any trouble on their behalf.
"It's good to have such a good friend like you have in Rosaline, Rhoda!" Lucille said as she sat down on the couch, the same couch that had witnessed the deflowering of the fourteen-year-old boy the previous afternoon.
"That's the sort of friend that I have in Ethel!" Lucille said as Ethel giggled shrilly. "I wouldn't keep any secret from Ethel. In fact I have never kept any secret from Ethel!"
"Well, I've never kept any secret from Rosaline!" Rhoda said as she brought the coffee into the living room. She was already irritated because she had just planned on serving these intruders in the kitchen and she hadn't wanted to begin with the living room.
"You've never kept any secret from Rosaline?" Lucille asked with a great intensity.
"Never!"
"Then she knows about anything you have ever done?"
"Anything worth knowing!" Rhoda said, trying to remain unruffled and cordial.
"Good!" Lucille said. "Then we can all talk about the boy scout that screwed with you yesterday!"
After the shattering of the coffee cups that fell on the floor there was a silence in the room that was broken only by Ethel's occasional giggles.
Rosaline broke the silence by saying, "How do you know?"
Lucille smiled. She had won her little match of wits simply because Rhoda didn't deny that it happened. If she had gotten a denial then there really would not have been any way for her to prove the allegation that she was making.
But, that was the reason why Lucille had come on with the certainty and the self-assured attitude that she had used.
"How do I know?" Lucille said coyly. "When I see a boy going into the front door and I don't see him coming out of the door for an hour, then I know!"
"You're a snoop!" Rhoda said in a low voice, no longer worrying about being cordial to this visitor.
"Oh, Rhoda!" Rosaline said, trying to be casual and to cover up the whole situation. "Wasn't that the boy you mentioned to me. The one you had doing some work in your backyard yesterday?"
"It won't work!" Lucille said, with her arms crossed and a wicked grin on her face. "If you had made up that story two minutes ago I might have believed you. But now I know that I figured right!"
"Okay! What do you want?" Rhoda asked as she sat on the couch, not even paying any attention to the mess of the spilled coffee on her rug. Her life and well-being were both being threatened and she had to pay attention the this bitchy neighbor of hers.
"I want that boy!" Lucille said.
"But I don't even know where he lives!" Rhoda replied. "Look, it was all an accident. There was nothing planned. It was just one of those things! Just one of those crazy things!"
Lucille felt crushed. She had figured that the young boy was someone that Rhoda had known and had arranged to have a meeting with for that afternoon. When she thought of those youthful and handsome limbs that she had craved the previous afternoon, she was crushed to think that she couldn't have them.
Or, at least, that she couldn't get them.
"We figured that, well, maybe that we could, uh, share!" Ethel said.
"So, why did you have to put the entire weight of this thing on Rhoda's shoulders?" Rosaline asked, coming to her best friend's defense. "Why can't each of you go out and get your own teenaged boy?"
Who can say where a brilliant idea really begins? Was Bell the one who actually invented the telephone? If you look at the history of invention you will see that there were many people who preceded him who had invented little bits and pieces! Alexander Graham Bell could not have created the telephone out of thin air.
It is impossible to record the dialogue that followed between these four ladies. All of them were talking at the same time and all of them were talking with great excitement and abandon.
Which of them originally came up with the idea of the club? All of them did!
"But can all of us do it?"
"Think of all of the horny boys in the world!"
"Think of all of the horny boys in this town!"
"I don't know when I'll get the time!"
"You'll make the time!"
"We have to set a deadline!"
"Deadline? Deadline?"
"Next Wednesday afternoon!"
"It'll be the horny housewives' club of Blandy Road!"
"But we can't tell our husbands about that?"
"We'll tell them that it's the 'Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts League' and then they won't mind us getting together for the meetings!"
"How many meetings?"
"Until we get too tired!"
"Or too sore!"
"Or until we run out of teenaged boys."
"We aren't gonna run out of teenaged boys!"
There was general laughter and merriment among the four beautiful young housewives who were sitting on the couch in Rhoda's living room.
The fact that this whole thing had started out as a confrontation was now forgotten. It had ended up as a club. The women would recruit young boys for their sexual pleasures and then they would share the boys between them.
And as the four women parted they each had a goal. They each had to find a boy during the course of that week.
Now each of them went off in their own direction, to their own home, and they each pondered on the problem.
But Lucille had been horny since the previous day and she was in no mood to quietly ponder on the subject of finding a teenaged boy. She had to go out and find one.
Getting into her car, she zoomed off toward the shopping center. Her three neighbors all watched from their respective windows as Lucille drove away and they knew what she was going to find.
The sexy redhead had just done her shopping the day before and she really didn't need anything in the shopping center, but she just decided to take a slow walk around and see what her options were.
She passed a bunch of tough looking punks who were all leaning against the ice cream store and smoking cigarettes. Her mouth was watering. She would have gladly taken any of these handsome and strong young boys, but she knew that there was no way to approach them when they were in a group like this.
If only she could get a boy into her living room! She knew that that would have been the ideal thing and that would have been the easiest way of getting a boy. But she also knew that that took a little bit of luck.
There were two boys who were hanging around the pizza parlor and there was a fellow of sixteen who was behind the counter in the pizza place. She wondered whether he counted because he looked pretty manly to her.
She had nearly exhausted the Happy Valley shopping center, so she decided to go into the supermarket. When she was in the market she realized what a glorious assortment of merchandise they had.
The line of boys who were putting customer's merchandise into bags at the check-out counter was glorious and luscious. Lucille would have gladly taken any one of them.
And so the woman spent a long time wandering around the market and trying to figure out a way to get to one of the glorious youngsters who worked there.
When she stumbled up one aisle she saw a boy with straight black hair. He was sitting on a crate and lazily punching price tags onto cans of salmon.
She stopped right in her tracks. The boy might just as well have taken off all of his clothes on that spot and fallen down for the woman, because there was no chance for him.
Lucille had decided that' this youngster would be her contribution to the club meeting for that week.
She looked around quickly and saw that there were just six of a certain brand of tuna left on the shelf. She grabbed them all up and then took them around the corner where she hid them behind a loaf of white bread.
Then she came around the corner, since the boy had not noticed what she had done in the first place, and she tapped him on the shoulder.
"I don't see any Wildwood Tuna on the shelf!"
"Oh, it's right up here." the boy said as he rose from the crate. But then he realized that there really was an empty spot on the shelf.
"I guess I'll have to go to the stock room to get it!"
Lucille kept following him and he turned around and said, "You don't have to come with me!"
"That's all right!" she said. "Apparently the tuna is a hot item and I wouldn't let a hot item get away from me!"
He nodded to her, almost, (but not quite), picking up her implied double entendre.
When the boy went into the stock room, she stood outside the slightly open door and after one moment she entered as well and she closed the door behind her.
The dark-haired boy turned toward the door with a dozen cans of tuna in his hands, and he was surprised to see the tall redheaded woman standing there and blocking his way.
"Lady, you're not supposed to be in here!" he said.
"There's a lot of things that I'm not supposed to do!" she replied. And once she had said that, she immediately sank to her knees in front of the young boy.
He still had the tuna in his hands as she reached up and unzipped his pants. Even if he had wanted to stop her he could not have done it with his hands full of twelve cans of tuna fish.
"Lady!" he said, shivering from nervousness as his baggy tan pants fell down around his knees.
But Lucille was too close to her goal to pay any attention to anything that the boy had to say. He was wearing boxer shorts that were as baggy as his pants had been.
She reached into the open fly and grabbed at his thickening cock shaft.
He inhaled sharply through his clenched teeth and then he felt the lips of the beautiful redheaded woman rubbing lightly against the head of his cock.
She stuck out her tongue and began to lick little circles around the cock head. By this time the cock was completely hard as she held it in her hand.
Lucille licked down the side of the meat and then she licked up the other side of the meat.
She tugged on the fly of his shorts and she pulled his balls out as well. He had big balls that were hanging down and banging against his legs and they were pretty hairy for a boy of his age.
Wrapping her tongue around one ball, she sent elegant sensations of erotic delight running through the boy's body.
Then she clasped her lips around the testicle and she closed it into her mouth.
Her tongue was circling and circling around the ball and pressing it against the roof of her mouth as she kept it inside.of the moist orifice.
While she was doing this she was sliding her hand up and down on the thick shaft of the boy's hardened tool. It was still wet from the licking that she had given it, so it was easy for her hand to slip and slide along the surface.
As she allowed the first ball to come out of her mouth, she took little sharp nips at it with her teeth. She would barely take a bit of the loose hanging flesh between two of her teeth and she would just pull a little bit. But she was always careful not to let her teeth come in contact with the delicate ball that was protected in the sac.
She wanted the boy to be in good shape to satisfy her.
Blowing on each of the balls a little bit, the boy felt another electric thrill going through his body.
He was a bright boy and he had heard about blow-jobs. There were many times when he had whacked at his big slab of youthful meat and imagined that he had someone's mouth covering his cock and sucking it. He thought that he could really imagine what the warm and moist contact would be like.
But he had never even realized that there was so much more to the art of cocksucking than simply taking the cock in the mouth and moving the head back and forth.
This elegant redhead who was on her knees in front of him in the storage room of the supermarket was teaching him how fabulous a blow-job could be.
She even managed to press her lips up one of the leg openings of the youngster's boxer shorts and to slide her tongue up between his legs so that she was licking the delicate bit of flesh right behind his balls.
The dark-haired stock boy thought that he was going to go crazy from the wildly erotic sensation. He was literally discovering erotic zones that he had never before known about.
Once Lucille felt that she had teased him long enough, and anyway she was afraid that someone might try to get into the stock room, she took the ruby head of his hard meat into her mouth.
Her lips slid down the length of his shaft and then she had the entire young cock in her mouth.
She could feel the balls churning against her chin and she could feel the scratchy pubic hairs on the boy's cock base rubbing hotly against her nose.
When she slid her head back, the boy shuddered with delight and then she pushed her head forward again so that the broad head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat once more.
Back and forth her hungry mouth was moving!
The boy, who was still clutching the twelve cans of tuna in his sweating hands, was starting to arch his hips back and forth so that the movements of the woman's mouth would have even greater effect.
Soon he became secure in the fact that his cock was not going to fall out of the experienced mouth. So, when the woman pulled her head back, he also pulled his hips back.
This made it possible to thrust his hips forward at the same time that she moved her head forward.
And so the fucking movements of his cock and her mouth were made even longer and harder.
She was amazed that this youthful boy was capable of so much!
Each time that his wide dick slammed against the back of her throat, she really felt that slamming. It was pressing against her throat and she loved it!
For a boy who had never even gotten blown before, he was fucking her face like a pro!
The dark-haired boy began to breathe very heavily. He knew that there was something surging up inside of him.
Lucille could also feel this strange thing surging inside of the boy, but to her there was nothing strange about it. To her, it was the whole reason why she had started sucking him.
She could actually feel the boy's balls rubbing up against her chin as they churned hotly. She knew that the cock juice that was inside of those balls was boiling up and was going to boil over soon.
He couldn't stand any more of this erotic stimulation.
The one thought in his mind as he felt his orgasm about to begin was that he wanted her head to stop moving. He wanted her to stop the back and forth, warm and slick movements against his cock.
Twelve cans of tuna clattered noisily to the floor as he quickly grabbed for her head.
Lucille felt the strong and youthful fingers pressing down against her red hair and then she felt the cock growing even thicker in her mouth.
The boy bit down on his lower lip to keep from crying out!
Then the cock slammed up against the roof of Lucille's mouth!
Her mouth was so warm and so wet and so tight as it clasped around his cock. These were the thoughts that were running through his mind as he felt the juice rush up from his balls and speed toward his cock head.
His cock head expanded wide and a load of hot gism splashed into her throat.
Some of the gooey stuff was sticking to the roof of her throat.
As Lucille began to swallow the sticky cock juice that was slamming and splashing into her mouth, she was pressing together the muscles in the back of her throat.
The boy felt that strange new pressure on the head of his cock and he felt as if the woman's warm mouth was literally sucking the last drop of juice out of his balls.
It was a long moment later that the boy slid his dick out of the woman's sloppy mouth.
Just at that moment there was someone pushing on the door. It was a good thing that Lucille had positioned herself with her back firmly against the door because that was what was keeping the door closed at that moment.
"Is someone in there?" a voice called out in an angry tone.
"The manager!" whispered the dark-haired boy, under his breath as he pulled up his pants and stuffed his cock back inside of his underwear.
"Some shithead must have something up against the door!" the gruff voice continued from outside.
Lucille saw that the boy had his back turned to her and was zipping up his pants. She stood up and opened the door.
"Why was this door closed?" the manager said quickly.
When the boy turned and looked at the manager his face was white with terror. He couldn't think of an answer.
Lucille calmly said, "The boy dropped all of these cans of tuna and some of them were behind the door. I shut the door so that he could pick up the cans of tuna!"
"And what are you doing in here?" the small, fat, red-faced man growled at Lucille.
Then he turned to the boy and said, "I could fire you for this! What was she doing in here?"
Still the boy was silent and still his eyes were wide. It again fell on Lucille to say, "I followed him in here to see that he got the right sort of tuna!"
"He knew that it was against the rules to let a customer in here!"
"This young man informed me of that fact!"
"Even so...."
But the manager did not have a chance to say another word because Lucille backed him out of the storage room and quickly began her own little tirade. "What happened to the rule that a customer is always right? What happened to the rule that you should show courtesy to a customer?
"That boy was most helpful and I assure you that he did everything in his power to give this customer satisfaction." Lucille smiled at her own little joke. "He 'deserves to be praised. It is because of competent staff like that, that I will continue to patronize your establishment. But I do not see where the staff learns their good manners and competence when they have such a boorish idiot for a manager!"
By the time that Lucille had finished, there was a crowd of people standing around in the market. The manager's red face was even redder than it had been before that. He just stammered and stuttered and was unable to get out a word.
Meanwhile the dark-haired boy walked by carrying the cans of tuna which he would put on display!
Lucille spent the next five minutes pretending to do some shopping. Then when she had a few things in her wagon, she came down the aisle where she knew she would find the young boy whose cock she had just been sucking.
Standing and holding two different cans of whipped cream as if she were comparing prices and sizes, she moved next to the boy.
"Thanks!" he said out of the side of his mouth. "Thanks for everything!" He continued to put price tags on cans of salmon throughout the conversation.
"What's your name?"
"Spike!"
"I'm Lucille!" Then she handed him a card with her name and address and phone number on it. "I trust that you won't call me in the evening when my husband would be there! I want you to come over next Wednesday afternoon as early as you can make it!"
"I work on Wednesday afternoons!" Spike replied.
"There will be three other horny housewives there on Wednesday and I want you to meet all of them!"
There wasn't even a pause before the boy said, "I'll be there!"
The fact of the matter was that his cock was growing in his pants as he thought about meeting three other women who were as hot and horny and experienced as this fabulous redhead who had just given him a blow-job right there in the supermarket where he worked!
And as Lucille drove home that afternoon with her little tiny bag of groceries, just some dry cereal and whipped cream and chocolate syrup, she had to laugh. She had just gotten these things because she didn't want to look suspicious when she left the store. But she could not remember any shopping trip when she had bought so few things.
Then again, she could not remember any trip to a market that had been quite as pleasurable as this one!
CHAPTER THREE
The following morning when Lucille had rushed over to Ethel's little house to tell her all about her adventures with Spike in the supermarket, the doorbell rang and there stood Rhoda and Rosaline.
On the previous day the two sets of women were very unfriendly, but since the notion of the club had been brought up, they were all chummy!
"Why, mercy me!" Ethel exclaimed. "You two have never even been in my house before this!"
"What a charming living room!" Rhoda said, although she certainly didn't mean it.
"I decorated it myself!" Ethel boasted.
"Yes!" Rosaline remarked. "That's obvious!"
"What brought you over here?" Lucille asked the two women, a little more aware of the sly digs than her friend was.
"We went over to your house, Lucille, and when he saw that you weren't there we figured that you were probably here!" Rhoda said.
"Or that you were out looking for a young boy!" Rosaline added.
Lucille winked as she said, "I already found mine!"
Rosaline and Rhoda looked at each other and then Rosaline offered, "In that case you might not want to go along with the little additional thing that we wanted to add to the club meeting on Wednesday!"
"Something else to add to the meeting?" Ethel said, her eyes sparkling anxiously.
"Go make some coffee, Ethel!" her friend said.
"Don't say a word till I get back from the kitchen!" Ethel said, literally walking backwards so that she wouldn't miss anything.
She walked into the frame of the door and was rubbing her curly blonde hair as she walked into the kitchen.
When the three women were sitting around the living room it was an opportunity for Rhoda and Rosaline to look around the room. It was fun to make comparisons since all of them had precisely the same houses and each of them had fixed it up in a very different way.
Rhoda thought that she was very modern and daring with her Danish modern furniture that was all very streamlined and in light colored woods. She was certain that Lucille was not modern and daring, but merely outrageous because she had all sorts of Finnish cube furnishings and chrome and glass things in her living room. Lucille also had curtains that were made from some sort of silk-screened cotton and were very bright and bold.
Meanwhile, Rosaline had filled her living room up. That is quite literal. She really did fill it up. There was not a free inch of wall space that had not been covered by a needlepoint or by a 'darling little picture' or by some painting or photo. Every spare bit of table space was covered with junk which Rosaline insisted were memorabilia.
Underneath all of the mess that she had in her living room, she had big over-stuffed furniture that would have been considered conservative in the nineteen-fifties.
But here they were in Ethel's living room and the only word for it was depressing. The furniture was dowdy and it was hard to say whether the rug had originally been gray or maroon or brown. What was worse was that every little thing that Ethel did to try to make the room cheerful only made it worse.
The wallpaper had a tiny pattern on it that made the whole room look small and dark. The couch and the chairs had all bee upholstered in fabrics that were in shades of brownish red, and the lacy curtains looked like they had seen better days.
So it was obvious that when Ethel returned with four mugs of coffee on a beer tray, the two newcomers to her house would say, "Why, Ethel! We can't believe how lovely and homey you've made this room!"
"I try!" she said. "You all probably know that Freddy works downtown at the plant, so I don't have the sort of money that you girls have. We only managed to move here because my Uncle Oscar died and left me some money!"
"Ethel!" her redheaded friend interjected. "The girls don't want to hear about that!"
"Oh!" Ethel said and then sat quietly with a hurt expression in her eyes.
"What we did come for was to talk about the club!" Rosaline said, thankful that Lucille had managed to quiet her inane friend.
"We had an idea this morning!" Rhoda continued, looking slyly at Rosaline.
"Now that we know that Lucille has found her boy for the meeting, we may not be able to agree to this. But I thought that we should make a little bet as to which one of. us brings the sexiest boy to the meeting!" Rosaline said, coyly.
The women all looked at each other in silence for a moment.
"How do we choose the sexiest boy?" Ethel asked, innocently enough.
"I think that we'll know by the end of the meeting!" Rhoda said.
"How do you define sexy?" Lucille asked.
"If a boy looks good and has a good body!. . Rosaline said.
"And a big cock!" Ethel added anxiously.
"We also have to consider how well he puts out! How many times he can have sex!" Lucille remarked.
"But what will the prize be?" Ethel asked.
"We can make a little betting pool!" Rosaline said. But then she looked over toward Ethel and she realized that this woman always had to scrimp on her money.
Lucille smiled as she stood up and said, "I've got it! Whichever one of us brings the sexiest boy to the meeting, gets to choose which boy she wants!"
All of the women congratulated her on the brilliant idea and soon they each went their separate ways.
"Now that they're talking about all of those other things, I don't know whether I should have brought it up!" Rosaline said to her friend.
Rhoda shrugged and said, "It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now we just have to see how it works out!"
The reason that these two women had decided to make this suggestion was because they had already figured out just which young boy Rosaline would take to the meeting.
Rosaline had not yet made her move, but that didn't seem to matter. She had a young boy who came to her house twice a week to do her gardening and he was due this afternoon. She knew that she would have to make her move this very afternoon, or else she would lose her nerve.
Promptly at three-fifteen, Michael arrived to work in Rosaline's backyard. She had positioned herself on a chaise in the middle of the yard and she was dressed in the skimpiest bikini that she owned.
"Oh, Michael!" Rosaline said. "Are you here already? . '
"Yes I am!" the affable boy replied.
He was a hulking and big boy. He stood six feet tall even though he was only fifteen, and he had a huge frame with the beginnings of some light brown hair on his chest.
Michael was covered with freckles and his brown hair had a glint of reddish highlight in it. His body was so massive for such a young boy that he always looked like he was going to burst right out of his clothes, and Rosaline had not missed noticing the size of his crotch and the fact that the front of his pants often looked very close to bursting.
"Don't mind me!" Michael said as he peeled his white tee shirt up over his body and revealed the broad and handsome chest.
He tried to look away from the well-rounded body of the luscious woman who was nearly naked on the chaise. Her long black hair was straight and fell down around her shoulders. Her breasts were so huge that they looked like they were going to burst right out of the bikini top that she was wearing.
Michael started to trim the hedge and Rosaline continued to watch him. She watched the movements of the muscles of his body and out of the corner of his eyes, Michael also watched the sexy tan body of the woman.
When he started to mow the lawn, she had to go inside of the house. The sound of the power mower was too offensive to her ears.
She stood looking out of her kitchen window and trying to figure out just how she was going to manage to get into that boy's pants. She knew that if she didn't manage to get Michael this afternoon, it would be hopeless and she would never get any boy.
And Rosaline really had her heart set on being a part of the club so that she could share the boys that the other women brought.
Every once in a while when Michael turned toward the house he noticed that Rosaline was standing by the window and watching him. She was too distracted to even realize that the boy was aware of her constant staring.
He wasn't sure just what the woman was up to, but he knew that she was looking at his body. He always took care of his body and he was on the high school football team even though he was only a sophomore.
But the constant gaze of the woman was making the boy get a hard-on! It is sometimes amazing the simple things that can make teenagers get sexually excited. Awareness of a presence! Nervousness! A multitude of things!
' Once the boy was through with the mowing, Rosaline realized that she didn't have much time.
In a flash she was outside with some sweet lemonade for the boy. He was sweating heavily from the outdoor work and his broad and well-defined chest was heaving in and out.
"You shouldn't have done that?" Michael said as he downed the glass of lemonade.
Rosaline really didn't have any specific plan of attack in mind, but she was just hoping that something would happen and that she would get an opportunity to get at the boy.
"Here, let me pour a little more lemonade!" she said.
And the pitcher tipped forward and spilled all over the young boy. Since he wasn't wearing a shirt, his body was speckled with lemonade and the front of his jeans had a big dark patch that ran all the way down his legs.
"You come right on in the house!" Rosaline said, taking the boy by the hand.
"I ... I'd better go home!" Michael said, as he found himself being pulled along against his will.
"Nonsense!"
"I have my bike in the driveway! I could be home in five minutes!"
"And in five minutes you'd have every fly in Iowa lighting on your body!"
As this conversation progressed, the two of them were edging toward the back door of the house. The boy was much stronger than the woman and he could have just pulled away from her. But he had been taught to be polite and he didn't want to be rude by pulling out of her grasp.
"But I oughta go home and change my clothes!"
"You'll just give me those pants and I'll wash them off and then run them through the dryer!"
By that time they were inside the house. There was a little bathroom right off of the kitchen. It was really just a toilet with a sink in it, but the word bathroom is so common and polite today that it seemed to rude to say that there was a little toilet off the kitchen.
Rosaline directed the boy into that room. "You can hand me the pants and then you can wash all of that sticky stuff off of your chest!"
The door opened a few seconds later and Michael's hand was sticking out and holding the dungarees.
When the woman took the boy's pants, she immediately held them up to her nose. With her nose inside the crotch she could smell the musky aroma of the boy's sex and sweat.
Once she was that close to the pants also, she was able to feel the wetness of the lemonade. She saw that the lemonade had seeped all the way through the pants.
"Look at this! Your pants are soaked right through!" she remarked.
"Yeah!" Michael said from the other side of the door. "That stuff soaked right through to my skin!"
The heady aroma of the boy's crotch was making Rosaline very bold. "Do you have underwear on?" she asked the boy.
He paused and then he said, "Yeah!"
"Well, the lemonade must have soaked through that to. You'd better give me your shorts!"
"No! That won't be necessary."
"Don't be silly! they'll be washed and dried in two minutes."
"I'd rather not!"
"You could get some sort of rash there and how would that look on a boy of your age?"
How would that look? Rosaline was anxious to see!
"I'd feel funny!" he said in a weak voice.
"Please!" she said, acting the motherly scold. "I thought you were more grown up than that, Michael!"
In a moment the door opened a crack and the hand reached out holding a pair of loudly striped boxer shorts. Rosaline grabbed them away from the boy.
As she rushed to her laundry room which was in the pantry off of the kitchen, she held the boy's underpants up. She could see a faint yellowish patch in the front. That was obviously where his cock usually was.
Then she held the shorts to her nose and she became dizzy from the foul aroma of the boy's sweat.
There was something so sweet about it. Then again it might well have been the lemonade that seemed sweet.
Quickly she tossed the shorts and the pants in a big sink and ran some cold water over them. Then she tossed the boy's clothes into the dryer.
Meanwhile back in the little bathroom, the boy was standing there naked except for his sneakers and his white socks. There was no room in this tiny room for him to pace and he was feeling very anxious.
What was he anxious about? Perhaps nothing specifically.
Imagine that you are only fifteen and you are left in a small room without your pants or underpants. When you look down at your body you can see that your cock is growing in front of you. And you know that the only other person in the house is a woman who has been looking at you in strange ways all through the afternoon!
Now perhaps you understand why the boy was anxious.
It was merely the fact that he was naked in this strange place that made his cock so hard.
The huge slab of meat jutted out in front of him and was aching for some attention. He had already finished splashing water all over his body. Rosaline had neglected to give him any sort of towel to either wash with or to dry himself with.
As he was wondering how much longer Rosaline would be with his clothes, his fist automatically closed around the thick shaft of cock meat.
He was slowly stroking it back and forth. He squeezed a little harder and he started stroking a little faster.
Since he was so young it didn't take him long to shoot his load. The tall boy was aiming his flared red cock head right toward the sink.
Then he heard a tapping on the door and he heard Rosaline say, "Are you okay in there?"
It took him a moment to catch his breath and his composure. His heart had stopped for a quick moment. like most all teenage boys he was terribly afraid that someone would catch him jerking off.
"I'm fine!" Michael said, and then he added. "You forgot to put a towel in here!"
"Oh! I'll be right back!"
If she said that she would be right back, then why did he have the strange impression that she was really right there near him? Why did he have the impression that she really hadn't left at all?
Perhaps he had that impression because he had some sort of sixth sense. The impression was correct.
After Rosaline had said that about the towel, she crouched down on the floor, her knees rubbing the cold linoleum and she tried to see through the keyhole in the bathroom door.
She had never before thought of doing such a thing and she had never before stopped to wonder if such a thing would be possible. But now that she was on her knees, she really could see into the bathroom and she saw the handsome body of the naked high school athlete.
Just as she was looking through into the small room she saw that he brought his fist to his hard shaft of meat once again.
As she saw that, she brought her own hand down to her pussy lips and pressed tightly against the already moistened panties that she had on. She reached into the waistband of her bikini panties and the rubbed her fingers quickly through the patch of black pussy hairs that fringed her cunt lips.
Then she pulled on the cunt flesh and she pressed her finger hotly between the folds of flesh that were guarding the inflamed insides of her vagina.
Inside the bathroom, the boy was stroking hard and fast on his cock. His sneakers were tightly braced with his legs spread a little bit and his feet digging into the tiles of the bathroom floor.
His balls were waving back and forth as he continued to jerk on his cock.
And he inhaled deeply the air of this little room. He knew that this room belonged to the luscious woman with the big boobs. He imagined that this woman might have used this sink a thousand times. But the next time she would use this sink she would be unaware that the sink would contain the remnants of this boy's cum.
At least that's what he thought.
By that time he had forgotten about the strange impression that he had had. He had forgotten that he thought that the woman was still present even though she had said that she was going to get him a towel.
Now he was just imagining that he had his cock inside of the woman's pussy and that he was fucking her hot cunt.
And Rosaline was outside of the bathroom door with her hand down her panties., imagining that the boy was fucking her and that the thick cock that was being stroked in the next room was actually stroking the flesh deep inside of her pussy.
She was so engrossed in her imagining that she lost track of the real thing.
When she saw that the boy's ass cheeks were tensing together and that his eyes were closing and he was throwing his head back in delight, she was afraid that it might be too late.
She knocked on the door without even thinking. The only thing that she wanted was to keep the boy from having his orgasm.
But since she was still watching through the keyhole she could see just what was happening inside. The boy stopped suddenly when he heard the knock on the door and he waited for his heartbeat to stop along with him.
"Yeah!" he said in a short and hoarse breath.
Now it was Rosaline that was at a loss for what to say or do. She had knocked on the door in order to keep him from cumming, but she had not thought this whole thing through.
"I have that towel that you needed!" she answered through the door.
The boy looked down at his body. He was actually dry. But it would seem silly not to take the towel.
Slowly disengaging his hand from his cock he unlocked the bathroom door and he opened it a crack.
Rosaline braced herself. It was now or never.
She grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door open.
Although Michael was a lot stronger than she was and he could have held the door closed against any onslaught that she had chosen, he had only been holding the doorknob lightly and had not been at all defensive.
"What?" the boy said. And only after that did he think to hide his cock. Putting his large hands in front of his cock, he still could not hide the huge shaft of meat that was bobbing out firmly rigid in front of his body.
Rosaline drank it all in with one look. The boy's freckled face was red as a beet and his whole body was beautifully tanned, but freckled anyway. Just the one little patch of skin between his waist and his thighs was left a stark white.
Without even realizing what she was doing, the woman licked her lips.
The huge boy was shaking with nervous terror at the nearness of the woman. He had never been naked in front of a woman before. As a matter-of-fact, this boy wasn't too crazy about being naked in front of the other bovs in the locker room either. Although he didn't have anything to be ashamed of concerning his body or his cock, (quite the contrary), he was just naturally modest!
In this particular situation, the problem was the fact that Rosaline was also pretty modest and she really was not sure of what she should do next.
"You shouldn't be in here!" the boy said in a soft and polite voice. "I mean, you shouldn't be seeing me naked like this!"
Since words were failing her, Rosaline had to go back to the most basic form of communications. She reached out to touch the head of the hard cock that was jutting out.
The boy stepped back, but there wasn't far for him to go.
What were his options? He was stronger than she was so there was no force that was holding him in the room. He could have pushed her aside and broken away from her.
But there was something stronger than physical force that was holding him in the room and it was something about convention!
If he had left the room where would he have gone. He was naked!
And anyway, he didn't want to leave her presence!
Although he was nervous and anxious about the presence of the luscious woman who was so close to being naked herself, he knew that he was horny and that he wanted to fuck this woman.
So, when she touched his cock and her hand was wrapped around his hard shaft of meat, he calmed down a little bit and he was able to move closer to the woman.
His cock was crushed between their bodies as she pressed her body against his massive form.
There was a little dribble of cock juice that came out of his piss slit. It rubbed against the silky flesh of her belly and even oozed into her belly button.
When she reached her hands around him and pressed her fingers into the sinewy muscles of his back and his ass cheeks, he paused for a moment and then he pressed his hands against her back.
Once his hands were on her back it was a simple enough matter to open up the bra of her bikini.
Rosaline's enormous breasts burst free as if they had been strapped into a tight corset.
The boy could not believe the size and the firmness of the woman's lusciously rounded breasts. Amid all of the tan of her body, the breasts were like two snow-capped peaks.
But as the woman rubbed her body against the front of his body, Michael knew that there were other delights that he would be permitted to sample.
He reached his big work-roughened fingers into the tight panties of the woman's bikini.
Her hips were so fabulously rounded that he could hardly tug the clinging panties down.
But once he had gotten the panties moving down her well-formed and tautly fleshed thighs, his fingers rubbed against the soft patch of black pussy hairs that were fringing her cunt.
She looked up into his face. He looked so young and fresh.
He looked down into her dark eyes. She looked so luscious and ripe. The girls his own age did not have tits like this woman and they were not as sexy as this woman.
The best that he could say for any of the girls who were his own age was that they were cute. But he was a big boy with big hunger and he did not want anyone who was cute.
He wanted a woman who was beautiful and sexy!
And now he was pressing that woman in his arms.
"Fuck me!" she said. "If you don't fuck me I think I'll die!"
He looked around the room, anxiously looking for a spot. Now, you will say that they were both crazy. It would have been a simple matter for them to go anywhere else in the house and fuck easily. But that thought never even entered their minds.
Since they were already in the bathroom, they just naturally stayed in the bathroom.
Neither of them was thinking in a very clear manner.
But for a moment Rosaline had an inspiration and she leaned forward over the sink.
"Fuck me from behind?" she whispered, although there was no one nearby to hear her.
"How?" the boy asked. Although he was not a virgin, his limited experiences with girls had always been in a cramped car or on a dark living room couch.
The woman put him in the position where she wanted him. Then she turned around and leaned forward over the sink.
Michael realized that his cock was right up against her pussy slit. As he looked at the woman who was leaning forward he could see that the fringed cunt lips were showing through the fleshy thighs.
He ran his finger up and down along the crack of the cunt and he was delighted to feel the moisture that was already oozing in her crack.
Then he placed his cock head firmly against the lips of the pussy and he started to work it back and forth to try to push it inside of the woman. Because she was already so moist and because she was so anxious to get the cock inside of her, his widely flared red head was soon firmly lodged between her cunt lips.
He shuddered at the warm feeling that was coursing through him. Then he pushed forward and he felt the spongy walls of her vagina give a little to the pressure of his invading cock.
As Rosaline was leaning forward over the sink with her black hair hanging down in her eyes, she looked up into the mirror and she could see the handsome freckled face of the massive boy behind her.
Just at that moment she felt the rest of the cock slam into her and she could feel the heavy hanging balls slap against the taut flesh of her rounded thighs.
The boy's large hands pressed against the woman's breasts. How he loved those breasts!
And then he started to pull his cock back out of her hot hole. He could feel the moist sliding of his meat against the clinging walls of her vagina and he had to grit his teeth to keep from having the cum drained out of his cock at that very moment.
As Rosaline felt the long and slick sliding of the thick cock she felt goose flesh rise up all over the back of her neck and all over the soles of her feet.
Yes! This boy was a very excellent fucker!
His cock slid back into her hot hole and she felt the wide head slamming against her insides. Then when the cock pulled out of her hole, she could feel the wide flare of the cock head rubbing against the sides of her pussy flesh.
And always there was that mirror right in front of her. She kept looking into the mirror.
She could see the boy's large hands, the hands that handled footballs so well as they braced on her breasts. She could see the rough flesh on his right thumb as it rubbed back and forth against her nipple.
And she could see the handsome face. Sweat was beading up on his brow and even his neck and was tensed and strained. She watched the muscles that were at work under his shoulders and she could see the slight movement that the freckles were making on the fifteen-year-olds broad shoulders.
For the boy it was all a matter of the sensations that he was feeling.
He kept his eyes closed a good part of the time as if he were trying to memorize the feelings that were going on around his body.
One of his hands always remained feeling the soft white flesh and the rosy firmness of the woman's breasts and nipples. His other hand wandered over her body.
He ran his fingers through the long black hair that was so soft and smooth. And he ran his fingers down to the woman's waist. He could actually feel her breathing from two directions.
The boy could feel her breathing with his hand on her belly and he could also feel her breathing through his cock, as the movements of her pussy responded to all of the other actions of her body!
Running his hand around her body so that he was grasping at the firmly fleshed and well-rounded cheeks of her ass, the boy slapped playfully at her bottom.
When he slapped her ass he felt a nipping at his cock. The nipping was so hot and sensuous that he had to gasp.
Then he realized what had happened and he looked down at the ass cheeks that were facing him. When he slapped the ass he had heated up the woman's body and her cunt had reacted by clasping down at the thick cock that was shoved into it.
The body is an amazing thing! It is all interconnected and a slap on the ass that will cause tension in the ass will also cause a tightening in the pussy.
That particular tightening in the woman's cunt was all that the boy needed to make his balls surge up and press hotly against his body. The juice zoomed up the length of his hard meat and splashed out of the cock head.
When the woman felt the flaming juice splashing against her delicately moist insides, she tensed up and she felt the tingling in her cunt that was so familiar and so wonderful.
Her pussy flesh collapsed around the cock and the two of them pressed hotly in a wild orgasm!
Michael's hand clasped at the delicate little pink morsel that was her right tit!
CHAPTER FOUR
When Michael had pulled his big, dripping cock out of the tight and hot cunt of the beautiful housewife, she could still feel the stinging in her pussy from the sharp intrusion that the cock had been.
After so many years of being used to her husband's cock, Rosaline had forgotten what the feeling of a new cock in her pussy was like!
It was a wonderful change of pace for her!
The boy looked around. There was still no towel or anything that he could use to cover himself. Rosaline looked at the youth's appealing nudity and realized that she had left his clothes in the dryer.
She rushed across the kitchen to the laundry room and rushed back to the bathroom, juggling the steaming undershorts and scalding her hand on the metal fly on the jeans.
The boy was dressed quickly and the woman was still tugging her bikini back on.
"It is getting late in the afternoon!" she said, almost giggling from her nerves.
"Yeh!" Michael said, turning away from the woman due to his reddened face.
"Look, Michael. I hope that you're not uncomfortable now, after, well, you know what I mean!"
There was a long pause and once the woman was completely dressed, (for as much as her bikini covered of her body), the boy looked right into her eyes and spoke softly. "I, uh, I really appreciate what you did. I mean, what we did. It was terrific!"
"I'm so glad that you feel that way!" Rosaline said. "Because we have this club!"
"Club?"
"Well, it's just a group of women. But we want to meet together. And we all are interested in teenaged boys."
"I don't understand!"
"If you would come to our meeting next Wednesday, then you can have sex with the other women too!"
"What?"
"You see, that was what I really had in mind when I seduced you!" When she said this, Rosaline blushed a little bit.
"No thanks!" Michael said, pushing past the woman and shoving his way out of the bathroom.
By the time that Rosaline had gotten her bearings, Michael was already out of the house. She rushed out the back door of the house and she saw that the boy was near the garage and pulling his tee shirt on.
"What's wrong?" Rosaline asked.
The boy just turned away from her. She walked over to him and she repeated her question. She could feel the hot tension in the boy, a tension that was close to bubbling over.
"I'll tell you what's wrong!" the husky football player said as he pivoted on the balls of his feet and swooped down on Rosaline. "I thought that you had seduced me because you liked me and because you wanted me. It's not easy for me to say this but I was pretty hot for you and I thought you knew that I was hot for you!
"But now I find out that you just seduced me as some sort of sorority initiation!"
"It wasn't like that!" Rosaline said. Her words were a natural defense, but the rest of the sentence stuck in her throat. What else could she say?
The truth of the matter was that she had been staring at Michael's fabulous body for the six months that the boy had been doing odd jobs around her house. But she had always dismissed it because she was too meek and frightened to try anything with him.
It was only the boldness and the success of her neighbors that had given Rosaline the inspiration to seduce her lawn boy! And when her resolve had flagged and she had been unsure about whether to go ahead with her plan, she had been encouraged knowing that she wanted to have Michael go to the meeting with her.
So, the truth was that the seduction really had taken place because of the club that her neighbors had formed.
But she had wanted it to take place because of the way that she felt about the boy!
All of these thoughts were so complicated that Rosaline didn't know what to make of them! She could not decide just which way to go with her feelings and she could not decide just what she should say to the boy.
It was all of no use anyway because by the time that she had thought this thing through, the boy had already gone down the driveway and he was on his way home!
Rosaline sighed softly. She had been so sure of success in the little contest that the neighbors were having. And she really had succeeded in that she had managed to screw the tall and handsome young stud. But now that she had done that, the boy had gone off angry at her.
The following afternoon Ethel was to have a little more luck.
She was driving along on the outskirts of town since she had just dropped her husband off at the plant and he was letting her have the car that day, when she passed by a hitchhiker who was standing by the side of the road.
It was a sudden reflex action when the woman decided to stop her car and pull over at the side of the road.
Her car was still rolling a little bit and she was almost a hundred yards in front of the hitchhiker. As she looked in her rear view mirror she could see the handsome young black boy running toward her car.
With her heart beating very fast she considered starting up again and zooming off down the road. But instead as she watched the graceful limbs that seemed to be moving with a fluid muscularity beneath the boy's tight clothes, she slammed on her brakes so the car would stop moving.
A second later and the cleanly handsome black face was looking in through the window of the car and asking, "How far you goin' lady?"
"Oh, I'll go pretty far!" Ethel answered with a little bit of a giggle.
The boy opened the car door and got into the seat next to Ethel. She could feel the animal heat of his young body. He was no more than sixteen and he looked like he was a runner or some sort of athlete.
"I'm Claude!"
"You can call me Ethel!" she said as she started up the car.
Claude's eyes looked up and down the well-rounded young woman whose bright reddish face was surrounded by a ring of blonde curls.
"It was real nice of you to pick me up, lady. A lotta people won't pick up a black kid!"
"Why that would be terrible of people acting that way!"
"That's what I think!" the boy said, stretching out on the car seat and spreading his legs as wide as they would go.
Ethel could not help noticing that there was a big lump in his pants as he was sitting next to her. She turned her attention back to the road.
"Imagine that in this day and age someone would pass by just because you were black!"
"I was standing there for almost an hour!. .
"And you're really such a nice looking boy!"
"Thank you, lady. I think you're a nice looking woman!"
Ethel cleared her throat. She was getting very uncomfortable with the direction that the conversation had taken.
"It's important that people of all colors and religions and things like that should learn about each other!" Ethel said, remembering some speech that she had heard at her high school commencement.
"That's what I say, lady!"
"I'd like to know some more about black people!"
"Well, go ahead and ask me!" Claude said with a big smile.
Ethel shrugged and said, "I just meant that in a, you know, not in a literal way!"
"Ain't there somethin' that you wanna know?"
There was a big grin on Ethel's face as she thought about one thing. She tried to suppress the grin and then she looked up and discovered that she had forgotten to take a turn that would have led her back into the town.
"Oh dear, we'll have to turn around here!" she said, looking around at the farms that were on both sides of the road.
"What were you smilin' at?" .
"Oh nothing at all!" Ethel said, feeling the sweaty palms leaving greasy stains on the steering wheel.
"You were smilin' because you thought of somethin' that you wanted to know about black people!"
That old devil of a smile was back across Ethel's face again. Her reddish cheeks had an even brighter glow.
"It's so silly!" Ethel giggled.
"That's okay!" the young boy said.
The woman giggled again and then she said, "Well, I've always wondered about one thing and ... " She looked over toward the young boy sitting next to her and she looked into her pitch black eyes that seemed ablaze and she couldn't bring herself to say the words.
"Come on!" Claude encouraged her, smiling a brilliant smile.
"You might get mad at me!" Ethel said.
"Listen, lady, you gave me this ride! I don't have any right to be mad at you about nothing!" Claude replied.
Then Ethel realized that she had again driven into the wrong road and that she had just come to a dead end where someone's extensive farm property cut off the further progress of the road.
"Darn!" the woman exclaimed, realizing that she was getting so lost because she was distracted by the presence of the boy.
"Now that we have a little further to drive, you can tell me just what it is that you want to know!" Claude said, his voice deepening a little bit.
After she had finished making that turn on that narrow country road, she looked over at the handsome boy. His skin was so black that it almost seemed bluish in the sharp sunlight that was streaming into the car window.
"Well!" she began slowly as she looked back at the road, "you know the way that people talk. And one hears so many rumors that often sound so silly. You know which ones I mean! like, for instance, is it true that you people really have rhythm?"
Ethel was right about one thing. The boy really did consider the woman to be very stupid. And the only reason that he had not gotten angry with this stupidity was that he had already figured out just where this conversation was leading.
Claude was a very sharp youngster and if this conversation was going to lead his cock up into this woman's pussy, he was happy to follow along.
So the boy chuckled in a friendly manner as he said, "That all depends on what you consider to be rhythm. Beethoven had rhythm, but then again there have, been some who have claimed that Beethoven had black blood in him!"
"No!" Ethel gasped.
"But from my experience with other black people I would say that there is a relatively high proportion of people with a basic feeling for the beat of music!" Claude had put on a Harvard accent that almost made Ethel swerve into a tree.
When she gained control of the car she nodded and said, "Oh! I see!"
There was a little pause before Claude, inching his knee toward hers asked, "Was there something else?"
"Oh!" she said, stretching the word out to last a full half minute. "Just your other basic things that are similar to that one. like, well, you know the way that people say that black men are, uh, gifted!"
"Gifted?" the boy said with a guileless innocence.
"In terms of the way that they're built!" Ethel said, staring intently at the road in front of her.
"Gifted in the way that they're built?" He wasn't going to let her off the hook.
"Some people say that black men have bigger,, uh, bigger, uh, you know, than other people's uh!" Ethel said in sputters that sounded like a motorboat.
"Oh!" the boy said, pretending that he was comprehending her for the first time.
Ethel tensed up in her seat, pretending that all of her attention was devoted to the road.
"I really don't know about that answer!" Claude said philosophically.
"You don't?" Ethel said with a note of disappointment in her voice.
The boy shook his head and the woman noticed that out of the corner of her eye. That might have been the end of the conversation, but the boy knew that it was up to him to make the next move.
"You know, I see naked guys, both black and white, in the locker room and things like that. But as you probably know you can't tell about the size of a guy's cock unless the cock is hard!"
"How would I know that?" Ethel asked, shocked at the suggestion.
"Oh, I ain't sayin' that you know about black cocks that way! That's just the problem!"
"What problem?"
"Oh, I just mean that the reason that you're curious about black men is just that you've never even seen a black cock!"
"That's true. That's absolutely right! I have really never even seen a black you-know-what!" Ethel replied very quickly, feeling that she was vindicated by this statement. And yet she could also feel the pussy juice oozing up in her panties. She knew where this conversation was leading and she was anxious for it to get there.
But as she looked up she realized that she was traveling in the wrong direction altogether. She stopped the car by the side of the road and she got a map out of the glove compartment.
Ethel really was one of the people who cannot chew gum and walk at the same time. To have expected this woman to drive a car and carry on a seduction at the same time was too much!
While she was looking at the map, the boy continued to talk to her.
"Have you ever been to a black disco."
"No, I haven't!"
"Then that was why you were wondering about black people and dancing. If you'd seen them dancing then you would have had a first hand experience and first hand knowledge!"
"First hand!" Ethel said, looking up from the map and into the bright and gleaming black face of the boy. "That's what's really important between the races!"
"The reason that I couldn't answer your question about black cocks was that the only black cock that I've ever really seen stiff with a hard-on was my own!"
Now that the boy was talking about his cock being stiff, the woman had to press her legs together, to stem the flow of cunt cream that was oozing sweetly out of her pussy lips.
She licked her lips and tried to maintain a dignified and business-like attitude. "Talking to you is very educational!"
His eyes were looking straight into hers as he said, "If you want to compare a black cock to any white cocks that you've known, I'd be glad to help you out!"
She looked down at Claude's crotch. She watched as his hand was slowly pulling on his fly and then as he unsnapped the top snap of his pants.
Normally she would have screamed if she had seen a young black hitchhiker pulling open his pants, but somehow the strange, (and slightly stupid), conversation that she had been holding with the young man had made everything all right!
When his pants were open all the way the huge shaft of meat sprung out to freedom. Even though he was still a boy, his cock was so long and thick that the woman almost screamed at the sight of it.
There was a glistening droplet of pre-cum that was clinging to the boy's piss slit and she could tell that the huge shaft was pulsing in his fist.
"That's really some hunk of meat you've got there!" Ethel said, forgetting herself completely for a moment.
"You wanna touch it?" Claude asked hotly, offering the long cock for the woman's delight.
Ethel reached out slowly and then put her entire hand around the thick meat. She could hardly fit her hand around it and when she had clutched it tightly she could feel the intense heat that was generated by the boy's sexuality. "Kiss it!" Claude whispered under his breath.
Ethel pulled her hand away from the boy's cock and looked back at the road map that was spread across her lap. She said, "You'd better put that back in your pants!"
But her breathing was very irregular and she was very nervous due to the presence of the boy.-
"Are you some kind of tease?" Claude asked as he pulled the map right out of Ethel's lap. She was wearing a short dress and he saw that the skirt had ridden up a little bit on her well-rounded thighs.
Claude's hand grabbed at the inside of her thighs.
"I'll scream!" Ethel said weakly, so that the boy could tell that she didn't really mean it.
Claude was a very good-natured boy and he would not have hurt a fly, but he was also astute and aware of sexual needs in people. Because of this he was able to relate easily to Ethel and he could tell just what it was that she really wanted.
If she had calmly told him to stop what he was doing, he would have then stuffed his excited cock back in his pants. But as she protested lamely, he could tell that there was a quivering note of excitement in her voice.
He pulled up her skirt and he found that she was wearing red panties that were so sheer and silky that he could see the outline of her blonde pussy patch right through the thin fabric.
It was a real delight for him to tug down her panties and to see the delicate and wispy hairs of the woman's cunt revealed in all their splendor.
The rough black finger was running up and down against the soft and moist flesh inside of her cunt lips. She shuddered and shivered in fright, but she knew that she would have screamed if the boy had stopped what he was doing.
Ethel had very mixed emotions at that point. She felt that in order to maintain her image of herself as a good woman, she had to fight off the advances of the boy. But she also felt that she wanted to feel the enormous black prong fucking in and out inside of her.
The cock was so long and thick that it seemed to angle down at the very end. Her hand ran over the cock head and felt the curve that she knew would soon be ramming into her.
Claude actually ripped her red panties. Ethel's heart was fluttering! Now she could show her friends the ripped panties as proof of the fact that she had been brutalized and forced to submit to the attack of the handsome young black stud.
She whispered in his ear, "Fuck me, Claude! Fuck me hard!"
When she would tell her friends the story of her adventure with the sexy hitchhiker, she would be sure to tell them about her statement that if the boy did not put his cock back in his pants she would scream. But she would accidentally leave out the fact that she had whispered, "Fuck me!" into the black boy's ear.
And in this instance, Claude was obedient to the last instruction that he had received. The broad cock head was soon pressing against the woman's cunt lips.
She wriggled her hips up to meet his thrust and he pushed his pants a little further down his muscular legs so that he could have an easier time at fucking her pussy.
When his thick cock head was firmly lodged between the woman's pussy lips, she felt one sudden thrust and then she felt the heavy black balls slapping down against her thighs.
She exhaled quickly as if all of the air were knocked out of her system.
Then the cock slowly began to inch back out of her cunt and she could feel the widely flared cock head rubbing against the sides of her cunt flesh.
The tender flesh on the sides of her cunt was being rubbed raw by the sliding of the cock. And then, just as she was getting used to her flesh being pulled in that direction, the cock slammed back into her so that her delicately moist pussy flesh was being pushed in the other direction.
Back out and then back in. The cock's movements became longer and longer as the cunt became juicier and juicier.
Soon the woman was humping up and down to meet the movements of the hard cock that was slamming into her cunt. Each time that she slammed back down against the seat of the car she could feel her ass cheeks sticking to the heated plastic seat covers.
But then she would rip her rounded ass cheeks free so that she could really feel the slam of the boy's cock in her cunt.
The strong young black hands pulled on the tender white flesh inside of the woman's thighs. He pulled one of her legs up so that it was over the back of the car seat.
Then Claude pushed on Ethel's left leg so that it was hanging down off of the seat. Her legs were then spread as far as they could possibly go.
And she could feel the slamming of the cock as it shoved all the way into her cunt meat.
The rubbing of the hard shaft of cock against the delicately soft flesh inside of her cunt was so thrilling that the woman thought she was going to explode with delight.
Suddenly she did feel an explosion inside of her body.
When she gasped she had the sudden feeling that she wanted to slam her legs together. She could not bear the erotic stimulation any longer.
Pulling her leg down from the top of the car seat and pulling her leg up that had been dangling over the seat, she tried to press her legs together, but the muscular and slim body of the black boy was in her way.
Claude was also aware of the feeling that was inside of the woman's pussy. He had felt the hot clinging of the cunt meat and he had felt the extra juice that had been oozing all over his shaft.
He felt his cock explode in a wild orgasm inside of the cunt and when the cock head splashed out a load of juice into the woman's body, he felt the cunt flesh wriggled excitedly against his slamming shaft.
A moment later and the two of them were lying together. The boy was on top of the woman and she could feel his weight on top of her as he tried to get his breathing back to normal.
After another moment, the black stud began to pull his sloppy cock out of the woman's battered hole. Landing down on his naked ass, he struggled to pull up his pants while Ethel straightened out her skirt and tried to ignore the sloppy oozing of spilled cum that was in her cunt and staining her skirt.
"How old did you say you were?" Ethel asked.
"Sixteen!" the boy replied.
"Wow!" was the only thing that the woman could think to say. She was surprised that the boy was so adept when he was so young!
"You ain't mad at me, are you?" Claude asked the woman.
She smiled broadly and a little embarrassed and then she said, "Well, there's this club that I wanted to tell you about!"
As she started up the car, the boy gave her directions back into town and she told him bit by bit about the club that she and her neighbor's had formed.
The boy was thrilled to hear about three other horny women who wanted to enjoy young boys and he was more than willing to be at their meeting the following Wednesday afternoon.
Ethel's cunt was still tingling as she realized that the handsome black stud next to hor had just finished stuffing her full of hard cock meat.
It wasn't that her husband wasn't a good fucker. He really was very good and he was well hung. It was just the variety that made this so exciting.
When she was with her husband she was always feeling the same cock up her pussy and it always pushed at the delicate flesh inside of her pussy in the same way.
But this boy had been so different from her husband!
Claude's cock was curved in a strange different direction, so it was rubbing against the deep inside of her cunt. Suddenly she felt like she was a virgin again. Breaking in a new cock in her cunt was an exciting experience.
The feel of the boy's smoothly black chest rubbing against her well-rounded breasts was exciting simply because it was so different from the hairy chest with blonde hairs and a tattoo that usually rubbed against her every night!
Even the taste of the boy's sweat was different.
Ethel was delighted with the prospects of this club. It had been a wonderful change of pace for her to have this boy and she wondered if she would enjoy all the other boys as much.
All the other boys?
She looked over at Claude who was still looking at her sexy body. Ethel wondered just how many others there would be!
CHAPTER FIVE
"That's what I'm trying to explain to you! The boy was fabulous! He had a big cock and he was a great fuck!" Rosaline said with an exasperated tone in her voice.
"But he doesn't want to come to the meeting?" Rhoda asked, not quite understanding the situation.
"Now you understand!"
"No, I don't!"
Rosaline was silent as she sipped on her coffee and looked at her best friend. She had been shaken up by the whole incident with Michael on the previous afternoon and she was very confused about what to make of the boy's feelings.
Rhoda was confused by her friend's explanation and she just sipped her coffee as she said, "You think you have problems? I don't even know where to begin!. .
"Begin?" Rosaline said. "You're the one who started this whole damn thing with that boy scout!"
"But I didn't do that on purpose!"
"Right! Tell me about it!"
"Really! When he was there I decided that I wanted to seduce him because he was so cute. But I didn't lure him into my house!"
"The point is that it's because of your boy scout that this whole thing began!"
"The point is that when I seduced Butch I didn't have a time limit. I didn't have someone saying to me that I had to find a boy by the following Wednesday!"
"Whose idea was it to have the meeting next Wednesday!"
"I don't know! Whose idea was it to have this club in the first place?"
There was a pause and then Rosaline said, "It must have been that idiot Ethel who came up with the notion!"
"No!" Rhoda disagreed. "Ethel is too stupid! Lucille is the one who always comes up with insane schemes like this club!".
"Those cunts!" Rosaline said just as she heard the front doorbell ring.
One moment later as she stood at the door, she was smiling at Lucille and Ethel and inviting them in. The two visitors followed Rosaline right into the kitchen where the coffee was already on.
"How nice that the four of us have become good enough friends to sit around the kitchen instead of the living room!" Rosaline remarked as she poured the coffee.
"You have so many, uh, lovely things in the living room that there isn't even anyplace to put a coffee cup down!" Lucille said.
"Why thank you!" Rosaline replied as she sat down at the table.
"We just wanted a progress report!" Lucille said merrily.
Rhoda and Rosaline looked at each other and then Rhoda said, "No progress to report!"
"I got a really good one!" Ethel said. "He was hitchhiking and I didn't want to let him fuck me. I fought him off, but he was just too strong and powerful!" Then she giggled and sighed softly.
"Rosaline, you haven't gotten a boy yet?"
Lucille asked in a sympathetic tone that Rosaline knew to be very phony.
"Well! Yes and no!" Rosaline replied.
"What does that mean?"
"Yes! I fucked with a boy. But, no! He doesn't want to come to our meeting next Wednesday!" Rosaline said in clear and concise terms.
At Lucille's insistence, Rosaline told her the entire story of her adventure with Michael the previous afternoon. She even told the other women about the look of Michael's nude body and about the size of his cock.
"You have to get that one to come to our meeting!" Ethel said intently as she squirmed in her seat and felt the moisture that was oozing in her panties.
"He refuses to! In fact, he was angry with me for suggesting it!"
"The nerve of some boys!" Lucille said.
"When he left yesterday he was so angry that I don't even know if he'll ever come back here!"
All of the women shook their heads in confusion. Rosaline had a vague idea of why the boy had been upset. She knew that he had really enjoyed the fucking and he had thought that the fucking had some emotional meaning.
When he found out about the club that was dedicated to the proposition of seducing teenaged boys he had been upset because he felt that the woman had used him.
But Rosaline understood enough to know that the boy's feelings had been sensitive and sincere. She did not wish to throw pearls before swine and so she did not say anything else to the women around the table.
When Ethel told her story, Rhoda was a little shocked about the presence of a black boy at their meeting. But she really just felt that the shock was something that she had to show to the other women to maintain her propriety.
In truth, when she heard about the young black stud with the enormously thick dong, she was creaming up with excitement over the prospect of seeing him and having him fuck her.
Ethel was bubbling over with excitement and she was careful to tell her neighbors every detail as she remembered it. She told them how she had fought the boy off and she did indeed neglect to tell them how she had pleaded with him to fuck her pussy!
After Ethel had finished her story, they all turned to Rhoda.
"I have no idea how to begin!"
"But you're the one who started this whole thing! You and your boy scout!"
"I know!" Rhoda nodded. "I went through this entire thing with Rosaline. But I don't know where to find another one! I just sort of stumbled on that boy scout by accident!"
"Do you hear something?" Rosaline asked, perking her ears up to a sound from the back of the house.
She did not wait for an answer. Rosaline went directly to the window that looked out at the backyard and she saw that the garage door was open.
When she went out into the backyard she saw that Michael was coming out of the garage. He did not look at her directly.
"I remembered that I had left yesterday and I hadn't put the mower and clippers away in the right place!" the conscientious boy said.
Rhoda was so aware of the handsome, freckled maleness that was so close to her that she could hardly get her mind to work right.
"Thank you!" she said.
"I'm sorry!" he said, going toward his bike that was in the driveway.
"I'm sorry!" she said, following him.
And then she was aware that there was a third party following the two of them.
Lucille said, "Rosaline, is this the young man who does such a lovely job with your yard?"
Rosaline nodded.
The boy blushed as he looked at Lucille and saw the way that the tall redheaded woman was looking at him.
Lucille's long and elegant fingers pressed lightly against the boy's bare arm as she said, "You must come over and see my yard. I could use someone like you!"
Michael was keenly aware that the woman had said that in two distinctly separate sentences.
Since Rosaline had mentioned her club of horny women to him the previous afternoon, he was aware that the sexy redhead who had given him this proposal might well be a member and she might have already known about his sexual exploits with Rosaline. But he needed the money that he made from working on people's lawns and so he told Lucille that he would go right over to her house.
"I'll be one minute!" Lucille said as she disappeared into Rosaline's house.
As Rosaline followed Lucille back into the house, the dark-haired woman was a little peeved with her redheaded neighbor. "Just what do you have in mind to do with that boy?"
"Just leave everything to me!" Lucille said, a sly grin on her face. "I'll make sure that we get him to our meeting!"
"Come on in!" Lucille said to the boy as she stood inside her living room.
"I'll just meet you around the back of the house!" the boy said as he pulled away from the redheaded woman.
"I don't bite!" Lucille remarked with a sly grin as she took the boy by the arm.
Once more Michael was done in by the fact that he had a polite nature. He could not bring himself to simply pull away from the woman who was tugging on his arm and so he was soon in her very modern living room.
"This sure is decorated, uh, different!" Michael said.
. "Come into the kitchen!" Lucille said. "Can I offer you anything!"
"Ma'am, if you'd like me to do some work in your yard I can do that! I can use the money!"
"What do you need so much money for? You take out a lot of girl's."
"I think I better go."
"No! No, don't go!"
"Do you want me to work in your yard?"
"I have some work for you to do!" Lucille said. "All I wanted to know was what you needed the money for!"
"My folks don't have the money to send me to college and I don't want to go to some cruddy school on a football scholarship!"
"That is truly admirable!" Lucille said.
"Thank you!" the boy replied, inching his way into the kitchen. "Now will you tell me about the work that you need done?"
"It isn't even work! It's play!"
"I think I'd better be going!" Michael said.
"You need money!" Lucille said very quickly. "Don't you want to make money?"
The boy turned back toward her and shrugged his shoulders.
"Do you find me sexually attractive?" Lucille asked.
"Come on, lady!" he shouted, feeling very put upon by her.
"I want to know the answer to that question and then we can talk about how you can earn money!"
There was a grudging pause and then the boy said, "Yes! I find you very sexy!"
"How much do you make for an afternoon of working in someone's yard?"
He paused and computed. "Depending on what I have to do I can earn from eight to twelve dollars for an afternoon!"
"You can earn twenty dollars for an hour with me!"
He was getting very tense and then he finally said, "What would I have to do for the twenty dollars?"
Lucille grinned broadly and surveyed the boy's muscular body as she leaned against the refrigerator door. She looked straight into his eyes and her voice was scarcely raised above a whisper as she said, "You would have to do anything that I told you to do!"
Michael's heart sank as he looked at the sultry woman. He was only fifteen, but he knew that there were some people in the world with strange tastes. He wondered where this woman's tastes ran and what might be included under the heading of 'Anything that she told him to do'!
Lucille went on to say, "If you refuse me anything, then you will forfeit the twenty dollars. But let me add right now that I will not ask you to do anything that will not be pleasurable to you!"
The boy's breathing was labored as he pondered over the offer that had been made to him. He bit his lip and he looked at the sexy redhead.
She reached out and touched the firm blue fabric on the front of his pants. His cock was getting hard.
"Look, you're getting excited!" she remarked. "I don't see any reason in the world for you to turn this down! How often will you get offered money for doing something that you really want to do?"
"I don't know!" the boy said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Maybe I don't really want it!"
"Don't be an idiot!" she chuckled. "If you didn't want it, you wouldn't be getting a hard-on!"
He knew that the woman was right. He tried to adjust his pants so that the raging hard cock inside of his shorts would not be so obvious.
"But, how do I know what you'll ask me to do?" the boy said.
Rather than answering this, Lucille looked at her wristwatch and said, "You have one more minute! You can either say that you'll do it, or you can leave my house!"
"Twenty bucks if I do?" Michael asked, eagerly.
"Twenty bucks if you don't refuse me anything that I ask for!" Then Lucille looked at her watch again.
"Okay!" the boy said, feeling the beads of perspiration standing out on his brow.
"Strip naked, boy!" Lucille said in a commanding voice that shot right through Michael.
"Right here?" he asked.
"That was your first command! Your second command is that you are not to speak unless you are addressed! Is that clear?"
The hulking football player was just standing there with his mouth hanging open.
"I asked if you understood the commands that I was giving you!" Lucille said in a deep and threatening voice.
"Y-yes, ma'am!" Michael said in a meek voice.
He started to peel off his tee shirt. He wanted to ask Lucille whether he should just drop his shirt on the floor, but he was afraid to open his mouth to speak.
What the boy was beginning to discover was that Lucille was on a power trip and she loved to dominate people. As far as she was concerned, her business transaction with him meant that she owned him for the next hour and therefore she could do anything at all that she desired.
When he slipped off his sneakers and skinned his jeans down his muscular legs, he looked at the woman and he saw that she was surveying his husky body as if she were assessing a slab of beef.
Lucille was especially interested in the hunk of meat that was protruding in the boy's striped boxer shorts and making them look like the front of a tent that was sticking up with a jutting pole!
Michael swallowed hard as he put his fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them away from his body. When the shorts had passed his huge, jutting cock, they slid down the rest of the way.
When he looked at the woman again he saw that there was a pleased expression on her face and this pleased him.
The boy anxiously awaited her next command and Lucille's fiendish mind was trying to work out just where she would go from that point.
She looked around the kitchen and tried to figure out what would be fun.
Lucille was actually more interested in the adventure of sex than she was in the sex act itself and she sometimes got carried away with her husband, since they were both rather wild.
She had seen the club for the seduction of teenaged boys as a wonderful opportunity for her to have fresh meat, untouched youths, to add to her fun.
Now Michael would be the beginning of her collection!
She licked her lips unconsciously as she looked at the nervous body of the hulking young football player!
"Over to the table, boy!" she barked.
"The table?" he asked.
"What did I tell you about commands?" she asked, as she bent down and picked up the belt from the boy's fallen jeans.
Before Michael had even realized what had hit him, the belt in the woman's hand slammed right across the taut flesh of his upper thigh.
"I told you that you were not to speak unless I instructed you to do so!" Lucille snarled holding the belt in a menacing position which made the boy cower back.
She pointed toward the table and, shamefaced though he was, he moved toward the spot. Then the woman commanded him to get on the table.
When he was lying on his back, she suddenly produced some rope from a drawer among the kitchen things and she began to tie up his hands. His right hand was tied to one leg of the formica table and his left hand was tied to another leg.
The boy felt a little nervous and he thought about his options.
Of course, he could have easily left the house and refused to let her tie him up. He really didn't need the twenty dollars that much!
But there was the fact that his cock was aching and hard and that he had the natural curious and adventurous nature of a teenaged boy who had limited experience.
While he was thinking this all over he realized that the woman was tying his legs down to the other two legs of the kitchen table.
He realized that this was a kinky scene that the woman was into. It wouldn't hurt him to play along with her and he assumed that everything was in fun.
But when he tried to pull on the ropes that were holding his arms down to the table legs, he realized that the knots were very strong and that he could not move his arms at all.
He really was her prisoner! At that point she was just putting the finishing touches on the last knot that would hold his left foot in place!
There was no way that the handsome and muscular boy could move a muscle!
The thing that was so strange about this for Michael was the wild tingling that he felt in his cock. He was excited and he was sexually turned on by the bondage situation he was now in!
"Okay, boy!. , said the wicked redheaded woman as she started to unbutton her blouse.
He watched the pale flesh that was being revealed. The woman's sensual breasts were full and ripe and rounded. As she continued to unbutton her blouse, she revealed the rosy red nipples that were standing out firm and erect at the tip of her luscious boobs.
Tossing her blouse on the floor, she ran her long fingers down her body. It was thrilling for her to realize that the boy was staring at the movements of her body and his cock was aching.
She knew that the boy was anxious to touch her. He was anxious to feel the warm and smooth flesh that was pulled so tautly around her lithe form. But he was bound to her kitchen table so it was impossible for him to do anything.
When her hands came down to the slacks that she was wearing, she quickly unzipped them and peeled them off of her legs.
Her panties were in black lace and they were bikinis. She had been oozing so much cunt cream that her panties were virtually glued to her body.
Lucille stood very close to the boy as she peeled the panties off of her body. The boy was actually straining his neck to try to get a whiff of her pussy or to try to make some sort of contact with her pussy.
It was a hopeless thing to try to do and yet he was not thinking rationally!
How could you expect a fifteen-year-old boy to think rationally when he is tied up to the formica kitchen table of a sultry redheaded housewife.
What Michael did not realize was that he was giving the woman added pleasure with his struggles. She enjoyed having power over the boy and she enjoyed flaunting her power over him.
When he demonstrated that he was struggling for something, when he showed her that he craved contact with her cunt and she knew that she was completely in control because of the bondage that the boy was in, she was delighted!
Slowly and tauntingly, she revealed the pussy lips and the boy saw the rosy red fringe of delicate hairs that fringed her cunt flesh.
She looked slyly to the side and she saw that the boy's cock was throbbing. Actually he was so horny that he felt very close to an orgasm. She was glad to see that she had him so hot.
Michael could not understand why he was so hot when he was bound like this? Perhaps his helplessness was just an exciting thing!
And then Lucille jumped up on the table and her pussy flesh was one inch from the boy's face.
She was squatting over him and he could see the moisture that was oozing out on the delicate flesh that was so close to him.
Slamming her body down against his lips, he felt the moist lips of the spread cunt rubbing up against his mouth. Michael had his mouth closed to the onslaught.
Then there was a tugging on his hair as Lucille said, "Open your mouth, damn it!. .
"Ow!" the boy groaned in a muffled way as he felt the moist flesh inside of his lips come in contact with the moist pussy meat. Then he stuck his tongue into the cunt.
"Oh, that's it, you cunt lapping slave!" Lucille said in a low moan.
His tongue was clasped tightly between the clinging lips of the woman's cunt as she rocked back and forth on his face.
The boy gurgled and groaned as he felt the cunt meat rubbing against his tongue. Actually the pussy flesh was a smoother moister surface than his own tongue.
But it was the moisture that was close to choking him. He flexed and relaxed his tongue and because he was lying on his back he could feel the pussy juice actually drooling down the surface of his tongue.
When he tried to pull his tongue back out of the vagina, he felt the pussy flesh clinging to his tongue as if there were some sort of moist glue that was attaching him to the woman's organ.
Lucille began to bounce up and down on the boy's tongue and she could feel the moisture that was oozing out of her body.
The boy could feel the moisture that was oozing all over his face. He could hardly breath in the confining position that he had to' maintain.
Lucille's body was on top of his face and he was struggling to get his nose free so that he could take a breath of air.
But then he realized that each time that he struggled a little bit he was only helping to excite the woman. When he moved his nose to try to get it up an inch so that he could get some fresh air, he was rubbing against the delicate flesh of her body.
And yet the boy did not know what to do! He was getting desperate for air! A few minutes earlier he had craved the smell of pussy and now he was being choked by it!
There didn't seem to be any options left for him. Each time that he tried to move his head so that he could get a whiff of fresh air, he could not do it without also exciting the woman's delicate flesh.
When she got more excited, she simply started to ride his tongue with even greater and wilder moves.
Just when Michael was certain that he was going to suffocate completely in pussy, the woman rose from his body.
The boy inhaled deeply a number of times.
Now that the woman had gotten off of his face he was aware of the pussy juice that was dribbling on his cheek and chin. He wanted to wipe this off but he knew that he could not.
With his hands bound he was suddenly aware of all of the little movements that he would have made, but could not make!
If he had not been bound to her formica kitchen table he would have wiped the back of his hand across his face without a second thought. But since he could not simply reach his hand up to his face and do it, he was more aware of the pearly liquid that was oozing in slow motion from the corner of his lips to the side of Ms cheeks and then drying there.
He kept licking his tongue against his lips. He wasn't sure how he felt about the bittersweet taste of this woman's cunt cream, but he knew that it was a strange taste and that he was not used to it.
Michael was so preoccupied with all that had happened around his mouth that he had not even been aware of what the sexy redhead was doing.
"Yowww!" Michael exclaimed wildly.
The muscles on the inside of his thighs tensed so tightly that they looked as if they were going to burst.
Lucille had grabbed onto his balls and had squeezed the two tender testicles together. As a natural response the boy had first screamed in agony and then he had tried to squeeze his legs together to protect that sensitive part of his anatomy from attack.
But, being bound to her table as he was, he could not draw his legs together.
His balls were left dangling and he felt the tips of her long and manicured fingernails running up along the white flesh inside his thighs.
The boy actually held his breath as he felt the approach of the woman's fingers. Her hand was moving gently toward his balls. But he could not be fooled by that gentle touch. She had tugged on his balls brutally and he was expecting the same thing again.
But her fingertips brushed lightly and playfully over his balls as her fingers made their way toward his other thigh. She brushed past his balls another two times and then he began to relax his muscles.
Michael assumed that the woman would not hurt his balls any more.
But his assumption was incorrect.
Lucille had been aware of everything and she had been aware of every little reaction that the boy had had. When he relaxed his muscles she felt it. She knew that he would have to relax his muscles eventually.
And it was when the muscles of his legs relaxed that she grabbed quickly onto the delicate sac that held his egg-shaped balls and she tugged very hard.
The groan that came out of the back of the boy's throat when he felt this new pain was so guttural and horrendous in nature that it is impossible to put it into letters.
"Now what shall I do with my little cunt lapping slave?" she asked as she rolled his testicles in the palm of her hand.
The boy's breathing was heavy as he looked up and watched her face. Her lovely face was completely without expression.
But he was shocked by the next thing that he saw her do. She was squatting over his cock and she was holding his cock firmly in her hand.
He felt her spread cunt lips press against the tip of his meat and he knew that his cock was going to enter her vagina.
Then the cock meat was firmly lodged inside of the cunt flesh and the woman began to slide up and down on the long shaft.
When she rode up on the cock, the boy could look down and see his cum-slicked rod poking straight up in the air with the tip of it still tightly lodged between the clinging lips of her pussy.
Then when she slammed all the way down onto the fuck-rod, he felt her rounded ass cheeks slamming against the tender balls that were already so abused.
Up and down she slid and he felt as if she were coaxing the cock juice out of his body and up into his shaft.
And then there was a tingling in his cock. He felt a little pulsing in his cock.
If he had been fucking at that moment he would have speeded up his movements and he would have cum in another ten seconds.
But Michael was not fucking at that moment. He was lying tied up on his back while the beautiful redhead was riding up and down on his cock. And he had no control at all over the speed of the fucking movements.
He knew that Lucille had been aware of the pulsing in his cock, but she reacted in a very strange way.
She stopped moving with her pussy midway onto the cock.
"Don't stop now!" Michael said, before he even stopped to realize what he was saying.
He bit down on his lip and he remembered that he had been brutally ordered not to speak. When Lucille looked down at his face he knew that she had made a special note of the fact that he had spoken and had disobeyed her instructions.
With the greatest of care she split herself as wide as she could and she pulled her cunt off of the anxious cock.
The boy looked at her with pleading in his eyes. He had been a few seconds away from orgasm and she had pulled off of him.
He knew that this was the worst torture that she could have done to him. And once again he was painfully aware of the effect that the bonds had on him. If he had not been tied to the table he would have been able to stroke on his cock.
All that he needed were two more strokes on his cock and he would have cum! But his hands were firmly secured to the table legs.
When he pulled on his hands, he felt the ropes cutting into his wrists and he knew that there was no way out of the position that he was in.
Before he even realized what was happening to him, he felt the belt slap down across his chest.
He screamed out in pain as he felt the sharp side of the leather belt cut right across one of his nipples.
Then there was a cold slashing through the air as Lucille's hand described an arc and slammed down right across the boy's other delicate pink tit, slicing it in the middle.
He inhaled sharply between his clenched teeth as he felt the ripping sting of the belt.
Then when the belt sliced through the air a third time the boy screamed out even before it made contact with his flesh. He saw that the woman was aiming directly for his balls and he imagined that his balls would be sliced as easily as his nipple had been.
But instead of that the whip came down right across the tender bit of flesh that was in between his left ball and his left thigh.
Just as the slicing pain went through the boy's flesh, his cock shot up in the air and splashed out a load of gism that slammed against the boy's stomach and chest and face.
His cock kept on jerking up and slamming down against his body. Finally the entire front of the writhing boy's body was covered with his own cock juice.
Lucille was chuckling throughout this whole thing. She was delighted to see that whipping him with a belt had been enough to bring this boy to orgasm!
CHAPTER SIX
Michael was completely out of breath. His balls were pressed up tightly against his body for protection.
He looked up through bleary eyes at the sensual redhead who was standing over him.
Completely defeated and out of breath now, the boy was hoping that the woman would untie him from the table top. But he had already seen just how vicious she could be and he was not expecting too much from her.
As for Lucille, although it had thrilled her immensely to see the boy get his rocks off when she had been whipping him with a belt, she was now concerned with getting her own rocks off!
This was Lucille's very favorite thing-knowing that this handsome young boy was tied up and that she could do absolutely anything that she wanted to do to him!
She leaned over and bit down on one of his nipples. He felt the tiny pink nipple being crushed between her lower and upper teeth and then he felt the teeth sawing away at the tit.
Michael moaned out!
His nipple had already been brutalized enough when the belt had ripped through it and cut it in two. Now the pressure of the woman's teeth rubbing against his nipple was really more than he could bear.
The boy had to close his eyes so that the tears would not begin to streak down his face.
And then, hit with a stroke of genius, the . woman jumped off of the table and rushed to the refrigerator.
She remembered all of the things that she had bought at the store the previous day and grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup out of the refrigerator door.
Michael was breathing in very short little gasps as he watched the woman. He had no idea what she was going to do to him and he was a little frightened by the sight of the chocolate syrup. .
He was shocked when he saw her take a spoonful of chocolate syrup and press it into her pussy lips.
Almost immediately when the spoon was taken away from her cunt flesh, she landed on the boy's mouth.
From past experience he already knew that he would have to open his mouth so he opened his mouth quickly.
But he was not fast enough to stop the oozing black syrup from dribbling onto his lips and making them all sticky.
When his tongue slid into the pussy he could taste the chocolate flavor and then he could feel the texture of the pussy flesh, but all of the meat was covered by the thick and dark liquid.
As he tried to eat out the cunt and as the pussy bounced up and down on top of his face, the boy was constantly inundated with chocolate. He could not tell where the chocolate syrup ended and where the pussy juice began.
And the stickiness was terrible!
Now it really felt like his tongue was glued to the cunt lips, glued with chocolate syrup!
He could hardly move his tongue in and out and yet the woman kept right on bouncing up and down on the face of the bound boy. He was hardly even eating her cunt. It was more like she was humping his face.
And then he felt her filthy inner thighs, (stained with splattered chocolate that had oozed out on a stream of pussy juice), pressed tightly against either side of the boy's face.
Lucille was cumming and she threw her head back in a moan.
It was not merely the hot feeling of the boy's tongue that was exciting her so, it was the squishy feeling of the chocolate syrup that was making her feel especially juicy.
And the cunt cream had oozed up so much in her body that she could hardly stand it!
She was really suffocating the boy this time thoroughly when she squeezed his head between her legs. And then she pulled off of his face and he gasped.
Michael could not see himself but he was able to imagine what sort of mess he really was. He looked over at Lucille's pussy and he could see the way her legs and her cunt lips were splattered with juice and chocolate.
The boy imagined that his face was also splattered with the same juice and chocolate. Only his face looked even worse than her cunt.
Lucille looked at the clock and she said, "I still have two more minutes on my hour! But, I'll be a good sport and let you go!"
Michael could not believe that he had just been through fifty-eight minutes of torture! Actually it seemed more like four hours of torture!
The thing that scared him most of all was the pleasure that he had gotten from the vicious torture of the woman!
It frightened the boy when he realized that he had shot his load when the whip had come so close to his balls!
And it upset him that after having eaten out the woman's chocolate covered pussy and having been completely humiliated by her, he had another hard-on!
Michael could not explain why he was so excited!
It was the next afternoon and Rhoda was driving through the town. She enjoyed driving and she often used a little drive as a means to help her think.
The woman knew that there were people who would have considered her crazy. She knew that most of her friends hated to drive and considered it a necessary evil. The women she knew would finish driving somewhere and their backs would be all stiff and they would be unable to relax.
But for Rhoda, driving a car was a very relaxing thing.
If she had ever stopped to consider the oil prices and the future of the free world with its dependence on the dwindling natural energy sources, then she might have been a little bit less relaxed.
But when her only fear was not running over the Henderson's English sheepdog, she felt pretty calm as she drove through the town.
She was feeling down about the idea of the club. She knew that when the idea was originally brought up, whichever one of them it was who had come up with it, she had been very excited.
In fact, Rhoda had been so excited about going out and finding more teenaged boys and having wild times with them that she had actually frigged herself four or five extra times over the first two days. That was aside from the fact that her husband had fucked her twice and eaten her out once.
Rhoda had felt a little guilty throughout it. During that time she had been aware of the fact that her husband was a sexy stud. She had had that big hairy stud's cock shoved all the way up ' her pussy and yet she was having fantasies about nice young boys with hairless bodies and slim builds.
Why?
She could not answer that question! But she was beginning to come up with some good guesses.
Rhoda had always been a very popular girl in school, but she had always been a good girl and she had never put out sexually. That is to say, she had never put out sexually until it was considered all right.
She had always been one to go along with convention!
So, when she was seventeen she finally let a boy fuck her. It was the night of the high school prom and the town was filled with the sound of cherries popping.
After all, when a boy spends twenty-eight dollars for a pair of tickets and then he spends, another sixteen dollars to rent a really nice tux and then he spends another four dollars on a corsage for the girl and he waxes up his father's nice car, the girl really feels an obligation to the boy!
But, Rhoda had to pause before she even used the word 'boy' because the male who fucked her had been a college junior. He was twenty and he was built like a brick wall.
After all, since Rhoda was so beautiful and so popular in high school, she could not have been seen at the prom with some high school boy. She knew that all of the girls at the prom were jealous of her since she was there with such a mature and manly male.
Following that first boy there had been a number of others who had fucked her, but the crazy thing was that until she had screwed with Butch, the boy scout, that twenty-year-old at the prom had been the youngest guy she had even had!
It was obvious just what the problem was with Rhoda! She had never had any sexual fulfillment as a girl! She had been denied sex with boys!
First she had denied herself sex with boys when she was very young because she was worried about her reputation. And then, she had denied herself sex with boys when she began to have sex because she felt it was more prestigious to have sex with men!
Rhoda just wanted to recapture the girlhood that she had never had! And when she had been in Butch's arms she had felt that way. She had felt that innocence and that simplicity of feeling that she knew should have existed somewhere in her growing up years.
If only she could have had some wonderful experience as a girl when she could have made all sorts of sinfully delightful discoveries about sex! But life was never that simple for the prettiest girl on campus!
But, although she had managed to capture that innocent moment with Butch, she began to think about the other women on her block and the adventures that they had been having. At least the parts of those adventures that she had heard about.
There was no innocence and fun in the way that Ethel had described the rape by the hitchhiker, (even though Ethel had encouraged the rape all the way through).
And even Rosaline's experience with her gardener had not captured the same feeling that Rhoda was after.
Certainly the sordid little scene that Lucille played out with the supermarket box boy was hardly what Rhoda had in mind. And if Rhoda had known about the abuse that Lucille had heaped upon the poor gardener the previous afternoon all of her fantasies about the innocence of youth would have been crushed.
In point of fact, Rhoda was lucky in finding Butch the way she did. It was fate that led him to her house.
When the boy left her house, she was sexually satisfied and he had learned about fucking for the first time in his young life.
But she was realizing that it was impossible to duplicate the wonderful feelings that she had on that first afternoon with Butch. She knew that what had happened had not been planned and she knew then and there that the club would be a disaster.
You cannot plan and schedule sex and have it work out to be a lovely and wonderful thing!
Sex just has to happen!
And, almost as if fate had heard these words running through Rhoda's head, she turned the corner and she saw a handsome young blonde boy scout trudging down the block, a raffle book in his hand.
Rhoda, who was the best driver around, almost drove up a tree from the shock of seeing the handsome young boy.
Screeching to a halt, she called out from the window, "Hey, boy scout! You wanna sell me a raffle?"
Butch turned around and one moment later his face lit up when he saw the beautiful woman with all of the fluffy blonde hair. like the fourteen-year-old boy that he was, his cock also started growing at the sight of this woman, the possessor of the only pussy that the boy had ever had!
The young boy ran right over to the window of her car.
"How are you doing with those raffles?" she asked him.
Butch blushed. The raffles were hardly on his mind as he looked into the clear blue eyes of the sexy blonde woman.
She was smiling at him and he was smiling back at her. They didn't need to make any conversation. They both understood.
Even though she could only see the boy from the waist up, she could tell that he had a hard-on, and even though the woman was sitting perfectly still in the driver's seat of her car, he could tell that her pussy was juicing up.
There are times when those things are obvious simply from a look in the eyes.
He didn't have to ask before he opened the door of the car and got in next to her. He knew that she wanted him there.
As soon as he closed the car door, she began to drive along slowly.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to get into cars with strange women?"
"She must have forgotten that one!" Butch remarked, pressing his hand lightly on her thigh.
The boy had certainly grown bolder since their last meeting. The one sexual experience that he had shared with the woman was all that he needed to get him going!
"Where can we go?" she asked.
"Your house?" he said anxiously.
"It's Saturday afternoon. My husband is home, watching the ball game!"
There was a pause and then the boy joked, "Do you think that I could sneak you past my folks, telling them that you're an over-grown school friend?"
The innocent jibe from the fourteen-year-old did not insult the woman. She chuckled along and said, "Maybe they'd believe that I was your project for the science fair?"
Rhoda kept driving through streets, realizing that she was just traveling in a maze. There was a long period of silence when the woman was beginning to think that her desires for this boy would have to be relegated to the fantasies that she had harbored.
But as she looked out of the corner of her eye and she saw that the kid was adjusting the crotch of his hiking shorts because his hard-on was sticking up, she knew that she just had to have him.
Then Butch broke the silence by saying, "There is this one place that's right outside of town!"
Rhoda was willing to take any chance.
As they drove out of the town, they passed through the open fields of the local farms. The boy knew the directions very well because of the numerous times that he had hiked there.
It was an abandoned farm. There was some talk in the town that they were going to tear down this property and build another plant here.
The entire area was now a combination of farm and industry and it was an ever-blackening chess board as the industry kept encroaching on the farms.
This particular farm was locked in between two large farms. It was a strip of land that was not too good and although both of the neighboring farms had expressed interest in the property once the small land-owner who had worked it with his family had gone bankrupt, the bank that owned the property knew that they could get more money for the land from some industry!
So, the land had stood there unused for more than two years. Or, at least it was not used by any legal owner.
It was a haven for the young people of the town who needed a place to come and smoke and drink. Every now and then a young couple would hike out to the deserted farm and they would fuck.
Rhoda pulled her car around to the side of the barn and then she got out.
Without a word, the boy led her to the barn. Once they were inside they looked at one another for a moment and then they pressed their bodies together in a hot embrace.
The woman's tongue rubbed back and forth along the boy's lips and soon his lips had opened. Then he felt the tip of her tongue rubbing up against the tip of his own tongue.
It was a tickling sensation as the tongue sensually enticed his own tongue to tingle erotically. It was a tingling that was beginning to course through his whole body and it was making a direct route down to his hard cock.
As the two of them pressed their bodies together she could feel the hardness of his dick even through all of the layers of clothing that they had on.
And he could feel the sexual heat that was being emanated by her body even through the layers of clothing.
When Rhoda pulled away from the boy to start to strip off her clothes, he put his young hand on her long fingers and she understood that he wanted to stop her from undressing.
"Let me do that!"
Rhoda stood there as the youth gently grasped the sweater that she was wearing and he started to pull it up over her body. The back of his fingers were rubbing up against the delicate white flesh of her body.
Then his fingers rubbed lightly past the woman's fully rounded breasts. He rubbed his palm back and forth across her already erect rosy nipple.
And he pulled her sweater off. She did not mind when her sweater was dropped down into the hay.
She felt the boy's hands rubbing around on her firmly fleshed behind as he pulled open her skirt and let it fall down her legs.
Since she had not been wearing a bra, she was left in merely her white lace panties. The boy pressed his palm hotly against the intricate pattern of the panties and then he put his fingers into the tightly clinging waistband of the woman's only remaining garment.
Rhoda felt him pulling the panties down her body and soon she could feel the breeze rushing lightly against the wispy blonde pussy hairs that were fringing her exposed, moist cunt lips.
The smooth flesh on the side of the boy's index finger was rubbing up and down against the moist flesh inside of the woman's twat.
She closed her eyes a little bit and she leaned her head back as she felt the wonderful stimulation of the contact with the boy's finger.
Then her panties slid down her legs as she wriggled them back and forth. She was standing naked in the midst of this deserted barn, with the sunlight slanting across her body as it streamed through the slats of the wooden structure.
The boy unconsciously licked his lips as he looked over the nakedness of the luscious woman who was so available to him.
She smiled as she looked back at the tall young boy scout. When he pressed his body against her nakedness then she was able to feel the rough feeling of the thick green fabric of his uniform as it pressed against the soft and white flesh of her body.
But she pulled away from him as she said, "Now it's my turn!"
The boy understood and he just stood where he was as the woman began to unbutton his shirt. It is not every fourteen-year-old boy who gets an opportunity to be stripped by a naked woman!
As she unbuttoned his shirt with one hand she ran her other hand around on the smooth and hairless flesh of his chest.
She rubbed her thumb back and forth against the boy's stiffening nipple and then she pulled the shirt off of his body.
Crouching down, she ran her hands down the boy's long and muscular legs. As her hands moved down his legs she managed to pull down the gray socks that were clinging to the boy's calves.
Inhaling sharply through her clenched teeth she felt her cunt quivering. Just the feel of the boy's legs and she was already juicing up!
She would not even let the boy help her when she took off his hiking boots. Unlacing them slowly and carefully, she even lifted up his leg so that she could pull the boot off of him.
His gray-socked foot plopped back down into the hay as she turned her attention to his other boot.
She leaned the rippled hard sole of the boot against her naked white thigh as she unlaced it slowly. Then she pulled on the boot and it also came off, making the boy stumble a little before he regained his balance.
Unrolling the gray socks, she licked at the boy's ankles and then she licked down to the tops of his feet until she came to his naked young toes.
His toes were so clean and so well-formed that she could not resist wrapping her tongue around the smooth and sweaty flesh.
Her tongue explored the musky crevices between his toes and then she even licked down under his toes before she put her lips right around his big toe and began to suck on it.
She actually pressed her teeth into the tender flesh of his big toe and then she began to suck on it.
The boy began to groan with ecstasy as he felt the erotic attentions that the woman was paying to his big toe course up through his body and send a little more fluid to his hard cock.
Reluctantly she pulled her lips away from his feet and she turned her gaze back up to his crotch.
Her long and elegant fingers were actually shaking a little bit as she opened his webbed belt and unzipped his fly. His shorts fell away and slid right down his naked legs.
Now the nude woman was kneeling down at the feet of the boy scout who was clad only in his tight fitting white jockey shorts.
He felt her fingernails rubbing against his belly and she could actually tell that his breathing was irregular as she lightly touched his abdomen.
Pulling down his shorts a little bit, his cock soon leaped out to freedom and the woman kissed the milky droplet of liquid that was peeking out of the head of the hard meat.
When she felt the boy's young and large hand pressing against her hair, she knew that he wanted more than that one little kiss.
Opening her mouth wide, she swallowed the thick young cock down her throat.
Soon her lips were pressing against the thick base of the cock and the broad cock head was pressing against the back of her throat.
She slid her face back so that the boy shivered at the feeling of her moist lips running along the length of the hard meat. Then she pushed her head forward so that the boy felt the warmth of her mouth enveloping his cock once more.
Back and forth she slid her face and in and out the boy was ramming his cock.
His jockey shorts had fallen down his legs and he was now standing naked as he fucked her face.
Even though he was young and he did not have too much experience with sex he was just bucking his hips back and forth and his cock was moving in and out of the moistly inviting mouth.
The woman relaxed her throat muscles as well as she could, but she could still feel the strain each time that the boy's cock slammed all the way into her moist orifice.
She was very surprised when the boy pulled away from her. His cock slid right out of her anxious and hungry mouth as Butch took a step backwards. She wondered what was wrong and she didn't realize that the boy was pulling away because things were right!
The next moment found the youth down in the hay with the woman. He didn't want to be selfish and enjoy all of this pleasure alone.
So, his lips were soon right next to the pussy lips of the woman and then he opened his mouth.
Rhoda knew that this was the first time that the boy was doing anything like that, so she just relaxed and she let him proceed at his own pace.
Butch's tongue slid up and down along the length of the pussy lips and he lapped up a little bit of cunt cream that was dribbling out onto her tender and wrinkled lips.
Then his licking and lapping became a little more serious. When he pulled his tongue back into his mouth so that he could swallow down the pussy juice, he discovered that her cream was very sweet to the taste.
So when his tongue slid back out he became even more anxious and wild in his cunt lapping.
Pressing his tongue into her body, she became very aroused and she spread her legs apart. The boy soon discovered that the woman's cunt lips were spreading and he slid his tongue right in between.
As soon as the pussy flesh felt the intrusion of the moist and hard tongue, they clasped tightly together and they were clinging around the tongue.
Butch flexed and relaxed his tongue and the woman felt each little movement magnified as her body tingled.
When she flipped around and took his cock between her lips once more, he began to fuck in and out of her pussy with his tongue.
Sliding his tongue back and forth like that, he could taste the delicate flesh on the walls of her cunt and he could feel the moistening in her twat as the juice kept on oozing out of her body.
She could feel the hot invasion by the tongue that was keeping her supple flesh from pressing together.
And the boy could also feel the woman's mouth as it slid back and forth on the thick rod of meat she held between her lips.
When there was a throbbing in the bottom of his cock, she sucked even more vigorously and when she started to do that she felt the walls of her cunt collapsing around the invading tongue.
The boy felt the pressure against his tongue and it seemed to be squeezing his whole being in such a highly sexual way that he was losing control.
His hips slammed forward, scraping across the dried out hay on the floor of the barn, and then the entire length of his cock was lodged inside of the woman's mouth.
There was another pulsing at the base of his cock, but this time it was accompanied by a shifting of his balls and then the cock head slammed up against the roof of her mouth and she tasted the splattering of gjsm that splashed into her throat.
Her body was tingling as she felt the male juice pouring down her throat and into her belly and that tingling was translated into a special tingling in her cunt.
The walls of her pussy were undulating excitedly as she felt the boy's tongue press up as far as it would go into her cunt.
He tried to flex his tongue back and forth against the delicate walls of pink flesh so that he could swallow down all of the pussy juice that the woman had oozing out of her.
Even so, there was some pearly liquid that was dribbling down his chin as the woman continued to cum.
It was five minutes later before either of them spoke.
"I have to get home." she said flatly.
"Me too. I guess." said the boy as he shook the hay off of his jockey shorts.
"I want you to know that I thought it was very wonderful! You're going to grow up to be a terrific lover!"
"Thank you!" Butch said as he stuffed his thick slab of meat into the shorts.
Rhoda was still sitting on the floor of the barn and she was picking straw from the lacy fabric of her panties as she said, "But you know that I won't ever see you again!"
"I didn't know!" the boy said as he pulled up his high gray socks.
"Even though it was wonderful fucking and sucking with you, I have to remember that I'm a grown woman. It's good to live out your fantasies once or twice. This second time has been nice because it assured me that the first time was not just a fluke.
"But I know that all I'm doing with you is living out my fantasies. I have a wonderful husband and a nice home. Those are the things that I have to live with!"
"I think I understand!" said the boy as he looked at her. He wanted to memorize the luscious naked body that was in front of him so that he could always remember what this woman looked like.
This woman had been very good to him and he would not forget her.
"Years from now, when you speak of this ... " she began. But the boy made a gesture as if he were going to deny that he would ever tell a soul about what they had done.
She raised her hand to stop him. She knew that there would be times when he would boast to his friends in college about the 'older woman' who had initiated him into the world of sex. And she knew that there would be a tender moment when he was forty or so and he would be lying in bed with some woman who meant a good deal to him.
He would tell that woman the story about his first seduction and he would wonder, with glazed eyes, what had ever happened to the woman who had been the first one to screw with him!
"And!" she continued. "I know you will!"
He blushed a little bit, feeling that she knew him better than he would care to confess.
Her voice was soft as she slid on her lace panties and made her single request. "Remember me kindly when you do!"
She had nothing to worry about on that score. He would always remember her as one of the hottest pieces of pussy of his life!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"What are you doing here now?" Lucille whispered as she stood by the door of her house.
"I have to talk to you!" Rhoda said.
"My husband is home and we're about to go out to see my in-laws!"
"I just want to tell you that you can count me out for the meeting on Wednesday!"
"What?"
"I think that the club is a lousy idea and I don't want to have anything to do with it!"
"But you're the one...."
"Bull!" Rhoda said. "What happened to me was a really nice and lovely thing. But you just want to have this sex orgy!"
"Keep your voice down, you idiot!"
"I have to get back to my husband!"
"Well, so do I! But don't think that this is the end of the conversation!"
"It is as far as I'm concerned!"
The rest of that Sunday passed uneventfully.
It was Monday morning when Rhoda and Rosaline were sitting at the table in Rhoda's kitchen. They knew that the doorbell would soon ring and they were very right.
Lucille and Ethel came into the living room.
There was no more pretending and no more playing little games of being polite to each other. Rhoda did not invite the two new visitors for coffee and she did not even invite them to sit down.
So the four women were actually left standing in the doorway that led to the kitchen.
"We really don't have anything to discuss."
"You liked the idea last week!" Ethel said anxiously.
"Ethel, you don't have to beg them to be in our club!" Lucille said smugly. "I just think that it might seem silly to have an orgy with only two women there!"
"You're only having two boys there!" Rhoda said. "Just the one from the supermarket and the black one that Ethel found hitchhiking!"
"Three!" Lucille said.
"You don't mean that you got Michael to agree to be there?" Rosaline said, a little surprised by this turn of events.
"Rosaline, dear, I'm not a child when it comes to these matters! It was a simple thing to show Michael what real pleasure could be!" Lucille said in a very grand and elegant manner.
"Well, then, enjoy all the real pleasure that you want!" Rhoda said.
"But, Rhoda!" Rosaline looked anxiously at her friend. "Maybe we really ought to go!"
Rhoda sighed and then said, "Look! I know what I want and I know what I enjoy! I don't feel like being part of this club! Just because I was the first one here to have sex with a teenaged boy doesn't mean that I want to keep doing it every week and join in a little swapping club where teenaged boys are a commodity to be traded! You are all free to do as you please! Without me!"
"What do you choose to do, Rosaline?" Lucille asked.
Rosaline whined a little bit and then she said, "I don't know. I guess that I'll go along with Rhoda!"
Ethel groaned, but then Lucille said, "Well, that's your loss ... " as the two women turned on their heels and left the house.
"Don't blame me for anything, Rosaline!" Rhoda said. "You're a grown-up and you can make your own decisions!"
"Oh, well!" Rosaline sighed softly. "I guess that it's all for the best this way!"
At that moment she could not have known just how much it was all for the best! None of the four women knew about the things that would happen before the afternoon was over.
Ethel went back to her own house to do a little housework and to watch her regular afternoon soap operas. Lucille stayed in her house and she read a romantic novel for most of the afternoon.
It was just a little bit after three o'clock when the doorbell rang. Lucille went to the front door and opened it wide.
Michael, the tall freckle-faced football player was standing in the doorway, smiling at Lucille.
She remembered the previous Friday when she had tied him to the top of the formica table and had brutalized his body, whipping him with his own leather belt and eventually forcing him to lick the chocolate syrup out of her cunt!
"You're not supposed to be here till Wednesday!" she said in an unpleasant voice.
"Maybe I just couldn't wait!"
If Lucille was anything, she was certainly vain. She smiled at the compliment and as she thought of the many bondage situations in which she could put the boy, she felt her pussy juice oozing out of her cunt.
The boy had seemed very distraught when he had left her house on Friday, but when she looked at him now, he seemed perfectly calm and happy, ready for anything that she could dish out.
She was too vain to realize that the boy had other plans in mind and that he was the one who planned to be doing the dishing!
Michael pushed into the house and then Lucille closed the door.
"So, you couldn't wait to get more of me?" she smiled. s
The boy turned to her and was smiling a calm and friendly smile.
"I expect you to reply to me when I ask you a question, slave!" Lucille said.
"You really like all of that vicious shit with your sex?" Michael asked.
"If you don't go for the vicious shit, why the hell did you come back here?" she asked.
"And don't tell me you don't go for it! I saw the way you shot your load when the belt nearly ripped through your balls!"
"I have to thank you for introducing me to the vicious stuff! I guess I really do go for it!" he said as he moved toward the kitchen.
"Where the hell are you going?" she asked.
"Just looking for a good spot!" he replied, innocently enough.
"I'm the one who will choose a spot! I am the one who is in charge here!" she screamed.
The hulking boy grabbed the woman and tossed her over his shoulder as he said, "You can consider this a mutiny!"
She was screaming and striking at his back as he carried her through the kitchen and toward the back door.
"Let me down you little bastard! I'll have you thrown in jail for this!" she screeched as she pounded on his massive back.
"You love it and you know it!" he chuckled
"If you lay one of your filthy fingers on me I'll kill you."
He stopped where he was and he grabbed at the curly red hair of the woman's head. Pulling her face up so that he could look into her eyes, he said, "Now listen you piece of pussy! Your hurt me bad on Friday and I am gonna pay you back today!"
His voice was low and menacing as he said, "Don't make it worse on yourself!"
"What? What are you going to do to me?" she asked, breathing heavily in between words.
"Shut the fuck up, you bitch!"
He had certainly changed from the pleasant and polite young boy who had come over to her house three days earlier. But if he was a monster now, he was a monster that she had created.
As he passed the back door of the house he unlocked the door and four more football players came in.
"What are they doing here!" Lucille screeched, horrified at the prospect of having to service the entire team.
"I told you to shut up!" Michael said, slapping her across her ass with his broad and open palm.
She was dropped right onto the floor and then there were five sets of large hands pulling her clothes off of her body. Her tight slacks were ripped right off and then her soft white panties were torn from her body.
Then she was rolled over and over as the boy's felt her tits and her pussy and her ass cheeks.
Lucille moaned but didn't say a word. She was filled with fear and by this point she really was worried that the boys might make her ordeal even worse if she gave them any trouble.
There was some mumbling from the boys and the woman tried to hear what was going on.
Suddenly she felt the broad and powerful hand of Michael slapping down against her ass cheeks. She tightened her ass cheeks together, but still she felt the pain tingling through her body.
Again his hand sliced through the air and spanked down on her white ass. She knew that he had struck her in exactly the same spot where he had struck her before.
He was aiming carefully so that he would cause her the most pain that he could and he was succeeding very well.
Lucille was biting down on her lower Up and was trying to keep from crying out. But when the hand smacked her ass with even greater force she cried out in agony.
"Put something in her mouth to shut her up!" Michael said as he continued to spank her delicate ass.
The boy closest to her face was a hulking black boy who played defensive end on the high school football team. As soon as Michael had spoken, the black boy had unzipped his pants and pulled both his pants and his shorts down his very well-developed legs.
His cock was already sticking straight out from his body and he put it close to Lucille's lips.
She turned her face away from that boy, but then one of the other boys pulled her arm around and was twisting her arm so tightly that she was touching her neck the hard way!
Lucille whimpered and her lips opened to permit the entry of the thick black cock.
The black boy shoved all the way into her face to the hilt so that his balls were pressing hotly against the woman's chin.
From that point on, although Michael continued to spank her ass, the other boys took turns in holding her to the floor so that they could all get undressed.
Soon she was on her side and the black boy was still fucking in and out of her hot and moist mouth.
She gagged a little bit each time that he slammed into her.
Then she felt her pussy lips being spread apart and she knew that one of the boys who had especially rough fingers, was tugging on the tender flesh of her vagina.
The head of a hard cock was pushing against the supple and juicy flesh of her cunt and soon the cock head was lodged between the tightly clinging lips of the pussy.
Then the entire length of the intruder slammed against her body and she could feel the broad head pressing hotly against the back of her cunt flesh.
Sliding back out of her cunt, the widely flared head of the cock was rubbing hotly against the flesh of her pussy.
Lucille felt like a sperm receptacle as the black boy fucked her face and some boy she could not see was fucking her pussy.
She was thankful that the spanking had stopped, although she was unaware that Michael was now planning something that would be even more devious and even more painful.
The woman was actually beginning to relax once she felt the steady rhythm of the cock in her pussy and the other one in her mouth. But then she felt the strange new sensation of a finger jabbing into her ass hole.
She realized what was happening and her whole body tensed up in reaction.
The boy whose cock was in her cunt felt the tightening and he delighted at the tense feeling that made the cunt meat cling to the sides of his cock.
Lucille felt the finger pulling out of her ass hole and then she felt something even bigger!
Michael spit into his hand and then he rubbed the saliva onto his hard shaft of meat as he pressed the broad head against the tight little opening of the ass hole.
Lucille was certain that her ass hole could not open far enough to take in the thick cock, but she was wrong. She did not realize how resilient the human body can be.
Shoving his cock into her bottom, he felt the tight clinging of her muscles, but then he felt the intense heat of her insides and he knew that he would be able to get inside of her!
As the cock shoved into her ass hole she tried to stop it, but then she realized that it was inevitable and that the hulking boy was going to fuck her ass whether she liked it or not.
She tried to relax, figuring that it would be easier for her to be entered if she was relaxed. But it was not very easy for her to relax when she was agonizingly aware of the fact that every orifice of her body was being used by a thick young cock.
Lucille had wanted youthful cocks and she was now getting more than she had bargained for.
Since Michael's cock was halfway up her ass hole, each time that the other boy's cock shoved into her pussy it was pushing her a little further down onto Michael's cock.
The cock shoved forward into her cunt with so much force that she felt herself being impaled further onto the other cock that was shoving up her ass hole.
When she felt her ass cheeks being spread by the hard cock that could not be stopped, she groaned out in agony. But her groan was never heard because of the thick hunk of black meat that was stuffed into her mouth.
However, the black boy did feel the movement of the woman's throat. There was a strange sort of tingling sensation as he felt her throat and her tongue vibrate against his cock.
And that was all that he needed to bring him off!
He pressed in hotly against her face and then his thick organ started to shoot out load after load of hot cock juice.
The woman was afraid that she would choke. So she tried to swallow the black boy's gism, but as she pressed her throat muscles together to swallow down the thick substance, she realized that her muscles were actually tightening around the sensitive head of the cock.
She was milking the cock of more of its juice.
The effort that she was putting in to swallowing the cock juice of the black stud was so great that she was breathing hoarsely and she could not catch her breath.
Michael, with his cock lodged firmly up the woman's ass hole was able to feel every little quiver and vibration in her body. When he felt her hoarse breathing he could feel a little movement in her body.
That movement touched against his cock and he soon found himself slamming very hard and fast into her.
The whole length of his hard cock was shoved up into her guts and then she opened her eyes in shock as she felt the cock head slap firmly against her delicate insides.
There was a thin membrane inside of her body and the boy who was fucking her pussy could feel the cock that was in her ass as it slapped against the other side of that membrane!
As Michael's cock slammed against the ass hole side of the membrane, the boy on the other side of the membrane felt the movement inside of the woman's body and he shuddered with delight.
That pressure against his cock made the cock juice boil up out of his balls and shoot up into the woman's pussy!
All three of the boys were cumming inside of the woman's body and she felt a quivering in her cunt flesh that was more violent than any she had felt before.
As soon as the two boys pulled out of her cunt and her mouth, their places were taken by two other boys.
Michael continued to fuck her up the ass, and soon the tightest of all of the holes in her body was no longer quite so tight!
It was a half an hour later before all of the boys had satisfied the cravings of their cocks. But, although they had spilled loads of youthful gism in all of Lucille's orifices, Michael had not yet satisfied all of his urge for vengeance.
He opened the refrigerator door. He had been planning to do something with the. chocolate syrup, but then he saw the can of whipped cream that was standing next to the syrup.
Lucille had been in a stupor on the floor. The juices were dribbling out of her body and she was a mess.
She was not even aware of what was going on around her.
But, you can bet that when she felt the strange sensation of something plastic against the delicate lips of her pussy she began to open her eyes and blink. She was about to look up so that she could see exactly what was going on down in the area of her vagina.
Then there was a cold squirt up into her body that made her tense Up and look up at the same time.
She moaned in a high pitched voice as she felt the nozzle of the whipped cream can shoving loads of chilly white cream up into her cunt.
Shuddering, she was held down by the boys as her pussy was filled up with whipped cream.
Even though all of the boys had felt drained of juices, they were excited once again by the struggles of the vicious woman.
Once they were certain that her cunt was absolutely filled up with whipped cream, Michael shoved his cock up that tight hole and he felt the slippery substance as he rubbed back and forth inside of her body!
Then the black stud sprayed whipped cream all over his cock and shoved his fattening morsel into her mouth.
By the time that the boys were ready to leave her house, every inch of her body, including her bright red hair, had been covered with whipped cream!
"You brought this on yourself, you bitch!" Michael said as he stood over the cowering form of the woman who had been so cruel to him.
She knew that she had wanted to be a dominatrix and that she had been brutal in her humiliations of the boy. She had never guessed that he would return and bring along a gang of his friends to brutalize and humiliate her in return.
"I just never expected ... " she began in a weak voice.
"Remember!" Michael warned her as he looked at the pitiful, whipped cream covered naked woman on the floor. "Boys will be boys!"
And he looked at her and laughed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When the two boys who had been told about the meeting had arrived at Lucille's house that Wednesday afternoon, they found the house dark and empty.
In talking to each other the supermarket box boy and the young black hitchhiker decided that they had probably encountered some ladies playing jokes on them and that the club full of horny housewives was just a fantasy!
They did not know that Lucille was cringing inside her house, peeking out from behind the curtains.
Lucille never again tried to seduce a boy. She had been successful in the supermarket, but her terrible experience with Michael had taught her that she was playing with dynamite when she fooled with a youngster!
Meanwhile, Ethel followed the lead of her wild, redheaded friend and she also gave up the mad notion of the club devoted to the seduction of teenagers.
Soon it was all just a memory to these two women.
For Lucille it was a bad memory of being gang-raped on the floor of her own kitchen. But for Ethel it was just a lovely memory of the black boy with the sloping cock who had fucked her right in her own car!
On the other side of the street there were also memories!
Rhoda and Rosaline decided to forget all about their adventures with teenaged boys. But every now and then they would be passing the pizza place in the shopping center and one of them would point out a particular boy to the other one.
Michael kept on working on Rosaline's lawn, . but she made a point of never being home when he had to come to the house.
There were still times when she closed her eyes and remembered what the boy had looked like when he had been standing naked in her very own little bathroom!
And Rhoda was a big supporter of scouting!
She sometimes thought about Butch and wondered what. had become of the boy and whether or not he was finding hot young girls to fuck!
But then she went up to her own bedroom and she snuggled up close to the big and hairy body of her handsome husband, Sam.
It was about six months later that Rhoda and Sam were lying in bed together. The blankets were bundled over them and they were snuggling very tight because of the bitter Iowa snowstorm that was raging outside of the house.
The lights were already out but the two of them were still talking.
"Today there are such crazy things going on! Did you read about that woman schoolteacher who seduced a little boy in her class?" Sam asked.
"No!" Rhoda gasped, pretending to be shocked by that. Then, after a slight pause she tried to be very casual as she asked, "How do you feel about older women who seduce younger boys?"
Sam chuckled a little bit.
There was a cold sweat on Rhoda's brow as she wondered just why he was chuckling. Had she done something? Did he know about the little adventures that she had experienced with the boy scout?
"Wh-what's so funny?" she asked.
"You'd be mad at me!" he said.
"Come on! You have to tell me!"
"You remember how you told me that you didn't want me to ever tell you about any other women in my life!"
"I make an exception in this case!" she said, feeling very anxious and upset. "Now tell me already!"
He chuckled again and then he said, "Well, you really don't have any right to be upset with me because this is something that happened when I was-only thirteen!"
"You mean, you were seduced by an older woman?"
He nodded. Even though the room was dark, the two of them were close enough together to be able to communicate with their bodies. She knew that he was nodding.
"Who? What? When? I mean, how do you feel about her now?"
"Fifteen years later and how do I feel about her?" Sam said, mulling the question over. "I feel like she was an angel of mercy. I really do remember her very kindly!"
He could not see the broad smile that was stretching across Rhoda's beautiful face and if he could have seen it he would not have known the reason for it.
She was pleased to get that unsolicited opinion on how this man felt about the woman who had first seduced him. Her husband did not realize it, but he had made her feel very good about the way that she had seduced the young boy scouts all those months before.
"Please," she said, very sincerely as she snuggled up even tighter to her husband. "Tell me about it!"
Sam chuckled once more and then he paused for a moment as he tried to get the story straight.
He told her about the fact that he had worked as a delivery boy for his uncle's pizza parlor when he was young. Since he was only thirteen at the time he wasn't even officially working for his uncle. The old man would just slip a few bucks to the boy at the beginning of an afternoon's work and the boy was happy to get out on his bike and deliver pizzas.
One day they had gotten a call just as. he was about to go home. He heard his uncle tell the customer that he had no more deliveries, but the boy offered to go out on that last call.
Twenty minutes later he went up the walk to a little cottage that was not far from the railroad tracks.
The door opened and a beautiful young woman with long brown hair was standing there with a short nightie on.
"Oh, I didn't know it would be you!" she said, sounding surprised.
"This is your pizza, lady!" young Sam replied.
She was standing half-hidden by the door and he could see one of her shapely legs which was revealed all the way up to her hips. The woman was looking at him in a strange way as if she were examining him.
"Come on in!" she said and then she walked away from the door as the boy followed her into the house.
She didn't pay any attention to the fact that so much of her body was revealed by the skimpy outfit that she was wearing.
like all thirteen-year-old boys, Sam had constant erections and when the woman turned her back on him, he took that opportunity to try to rub the front of his pants.
She brought him the money and she said, "You're a very cute boy. How old are you?"
He was not old enough to accept that sort of compliment gracefully and so he blushed as he lied and said that he was fifteen.
Her eyes seemed to be wandering all over him and admiring the black hair that was trimmed so short on his head and the well-built body that was filling out his clothes.
When she pressed the money down into his hand, she kept her hand right where it was. The boy was very conscious of the hot contact of her hand with his but he did not know what to do about it.
He was nervous and he tried to pull his hand away so that he could count the money.
Her long and weil-manicured fingers touched his arm that was clothed in only a thin jacket that he was wearing over his tee shirt.
"Do you have many other deliveries to make?" she asked him.
"This is my last one. I'm going home from here!"
"Do you have to rush off so fast?"
The boy just stood there dumbly. He didn't know how to answer that question and he had a pretty good idea of where the conversation was leading.
"It gets so quiet here when my husband has to work at night! I get so lonely!"
"Gee, lady, I'm sorry for you!" He felt like a dope once he had said that. And he tried to look down at his shoes as he reached his hands into his pockets.
The brown-haired woman had not missed the last gesture with his hands to his pockets. She knew that the youth had a hard-on and that he was trying to adjust it in his pants.
"If you're really sorry for me, you would do something for me!" she said in her breathy voice.
He stammered, "Gosh! What could I do for you?"
She came very close to him as she said, "Kiss me. Just kiss me!"
Pressing her lips against his, there was a warm suction between them. The boy didn't know anything about kissing, so although she was rubbing her tongue back and forth against the boy's lips, he was not budging his closed mouth.
He was also a bit awkward, so he just kept his hands in his pockets.
When she pulled her lips away from his, she said, "Take off your clothes. Please take off your clothes!"
A thirteen-year-old boy is at a stage where he's even embarrassed to take off his clothes when he's alone. The boy nearly shrank into the floor at the thought of taking off his clothes in front of this luscious woman.
He was horrified to think that this woman would see the raging hard-on that was jutting out from his body. It is strange to realize that once this same boy grew up a little bit there was nothing that could please him quite so much as to have a woman look at his raging hard-on!
Sam just shook his head and then looked away from her.
Since she was just twenty-three, she was not beyond being a little childish at times and she certainly knew how to appeal to the child in the boy as she mumbled, "Have you ever seen a woman's pussy?"
The boy's mouth fell open as he looked up at her and gasped.
She smiled. She knew what the answer was.
Her voice was low and sensuous as she said, "If you take off your clothes, I will take off my clothes!"
He looked at her to see if she was sincere and then he zipped open his jacket and let it fall to the floor.
The sexy woman watched the youth stripping out of his clothes. Once he had peeled off his tee shirt, he paused with his hands poised at his fly.
Then, quickly tugging open his fly, he pulled his pants down to his ankles and stepped out of his pants and sneakers.
Standing in his white socks and his white jockey shorts, he swallowed hard. The woman could already see the outline of his cock and the moist area in the front of his shorts where his pre-cum had oozed out of his cock head.
He paused then and said, "Now you!"
Immediately he was sorry that he had said that. He felt that it made him sound terribly childish.
But the sexy woman did not complain. She pulled on the silky fabric of her pink nightie and in one swift move she tossed it over her head.
Casually straightening out her long and straight hair, she was dressed in just the clinging pink panties that were so soaked up that he could actually seee the outline of her pussy lips.
And right in front of him he saw the first set of naked tits that he had ever seen in his life. They were perfectly formed like two ripe melons. The flesh was very firm and tautly pulled over the form of her body.
Then she reached down to her pink panties and the boy, in response, reached down to the waistband of his white shorts.
He was not even aware of when his big young cock was revealed to her. The only thing that he was thinking of was the fact that her delicate brownish pussy hairs and her cunt lips were being revealed to him.
The two of them were naked together!
He was thirteen and she was twenty-three and something was going to happen!
She moved forward and reached out her hand. When she touched the hot shaft of the young boy's prick, he felt it throb in her hand.
The brown-haired woman pulled her hand away quickly and said, "I forgot how fast you young ones can shoot your guns off!"
Although the youth did not understand everything that the woman said, he felt sexually excited by all of it.
She got on to the couch and she was sitting there with her legs spread wide. She beckoned to the boy to come forward to her.
His cock was bobbing straight out in front of him and he kneeled down to that his long and thin piece of youthful meat would be right at a level with the woman's pussy lips.
She touched his dick gingerly so that she would not cause him to shoot too soon and then she guided the boy's erect organ to the lips of her pussy.
As soon as he felt the heat of her cunt lips clinging to his cock, he shut his eyes and gritted his teeth. Although he did not understand much, he did understand enough to know that the woman did not want him to cum too soon.
Since he had never had any sensation like that before it was all that he could do to keep from having a wild orgasm just at the sight of the woman.
Sam had to wonder what his future sex life would be like! How could he enjoy sex with a woman if he shot his wad just as soon as the head of his dick made contact with any of her flesh?
How soon the days of innocent youth are passed!
Regulating his breathing as well as he could, he felt the spongy and moist pussy flesh enveloping his youthful cock as the woman slid his meat inside of her body.
There were chills and shudders running through his body and then he felt his young and hairless balls pressing against the warm flesh that was between her sensually curved legs.
That little pressure was the final one that he even remembered.
There was a tingling in his balls and then his testicles were churning just as if they were trying to run away from the contact with the woman's body.
His balls tightened up against his body as his cock shaft sucked all the juice out of the egg-shaped testicles. He felt the juice spurt up the length of his hard young dick and then he felt his cock head slam against the spongy and supple flesh inside of the woman's vagina.
That first spurt!
Here was a man of twenty-eight who could still remember the moist feeling that was surrounding his cock when he had that first burst of gism inside of the woman's pussy.
He could remember the sensation as she pressed her thighs together.
Her firmly fleshed legs were pressing down against his body and rubbing against the hairless flesh of his hips and his ass.
She didn't want him to take his cock out of her pussy. Once his cock was drained of juice he could not move. He felt like his whole being was drained.
And he just stayed inside of her body because he didn't have the energy to pull out of her body.
He soon discovered that the sensual brown-haired girl knew a great deal about restoring a man's energy.
There were strange and wonderful things that were happening to him. She ran her hand over his nipples.
The young boy had never even known that his chest was an erotic spot. But the contact with the woman's hand made his nipples stand out hard and firm.
There was definitely a tingling in his body as he felt the woman's soft flesh rubbing all over his body.
Then her fingernails, which were pointed and hard were digging into the youthfully slim ass cheeks. The boy would grow up to have hair all over his body and to have a very hairy ass, but when he was thirteen his whole body was smooth and hairless.
The impression of her fingernails was left in his ass and he tensed his bottom tightly at the painful contact.
Suddenly he realized that his cock, which had never even been pulled from the woman's pussy, was hard once more.
He shoved forward because of the pressure that was being inflicted on his ass cheeks and he was slamming into her pussy once more.
When he pulled back from her cunt, he could feel the woman's sharp nails pressing down against the smooth flesh of his bottom. But by that point he had already decided that it was an erotic feeling when she dug her manicured nails into his flesh.
Besides the only thing that he was interested in was having his cock deep inside of her pussy!
He was fucking her cunt and he was loving every minute of it!
This was a lady with long brown hair whose pizza was getting cold on the end table and he didn't even know her name.
When he would get home his mother would yell at him for being gone so long and he would tell her that his bike had a flat and he had to fix it and then his mother would tell him that he would have to stop working at his uncle's pizza parlor because she had worried about him so much.
But he wouldn't care!
Nothing would matter after this!
He was thirteen-years-old and he was fucking the pussy of this beautiful woman who thought he was fifteen!
And then there would be that other time! There would be the time when he was twenty-eight and he would chuckle as he held his wife tightly under the blankets on a snowy night.
He would tell his wife the story of the night when he had delivered that one extra pizza and of the luscious woman who had answered the door in her nightie.
And as the story progressed he might become a little wistful. He might forget some of the details and he might end up replacing them with other details. But the story would remain intact.
And whatever he added or subtracted from the story, the woman in the sheer nightie who had literally guided his cock to the lips of her pussy would be painted as a wonderful woman, as a kind and giving woman.
Yes! His wife would smile a great big smile when she listened to him tell the story and he would think that the smile was because she was pleased for the boy he had once been.
He would not even begin to guess the real reason for the smile! He would never guess that his wife had given the same sexual lessons to a young boy scout who had come to her door to sell her a raffle ticket!
And when he would be holding his wife very close to his body and telling her this particular story, he would feel his cock growing once again.
His cock, much bigger than it had been when he first fucked the woman with the long brown hair, would be pressing up against the firm flesh of his beautiful wife's thigh and she would smile an even broader smile as she felt the hairy chest of her husband crush down at the tender, rounded breasts.
"Do you get so excited talking to me about that woman who seduced you when you were thirteen?" Rhoda asked him.
Sam casually reached down and pressed one finger against the lips of his wife's pussy. Just as he had suspected it was soaking wet.
"Do you get so excited hearing about it?" he asked her.
She chuckled a little and then she said, "Yes! What are you gonna do about it?"
Pushing her over onto her back, he pressed his cock head firmly against her pussy lips and he shoved in hard and fast!
A boy had been a nice change of pace, but for fucking her every day, her husband's big and hairy cock was just right for filling up her gaping pussy lips.
The dick slid right into her, since this was familiar territory to the man. He was used to fucking her and she knew that he could go at it hot and strong.
There were no more fantasies about youth as she felt the widely flared cock head rubbing along the delicate flesh that was inside of her pussy.
Slam! The cock was deep into her body.
And then there was the wonderful pressure as the cock pulled out of her body. She moaned softly. There was gooseflesh all over her body.
"I feel you!" She breathed the words between groans.
"Yes! I'm shoving my thick cock up your pussy!"
"No! It's more than that! I can feel you all over my body!"
In and out! The cock was shoving into her and pulling at the moistening flesh of her body. Soon the cock was sliding.
These were such familiar sensations and yet they were still so wonderful and so hot. There was no moisture that was quite as hot as the feel of the pussy juice that was being rubbed back and forth and spread out by the invading cock.
Burying her teeth in the man's broad and handsome shoulder, she bit into him and then she tossed her legs around his ass.
Her naked heels were digging into the quickly moving flesh of his behind.
As she felt the cock expand in her cunt and she felt the hard meat begin to spasm and shoot into her pussy, she swore that she was through with young boys for good! When she had a husband like this to satisfy her, why should she mess with the young ones?
But then, when she had finished cumming and her husband pulled his dick from her sloppy hole, she looked at the handsome and contented man and she thought about the boy that he had once been. She thought about the contented look he had when he had told her about his experience as a pizza delivery boy.
'Well,' she thought, 'Maybe it wouldn't hurt if I went over to that pizza parlor tomorrow, and. . . "
