Chapter 3
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!