Chapter 5
"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!