Chapter 4

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!