Chapter 2
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!