Chapter 8
When the two boys who had been told about the meeting had arrived at Lucille's house that Wednesday afternoon, they found the house dark and empty.
In talking to each other the supermarket box boy and the young black hitchhiker decided that they had probably encountered some ladies playing jokes on them and that the club full of horny housewives was just a fantasy!
They did not know that Lucille was cringing inside her house, peeking out from behind the curtains.
Lucille never again tried to seduce a boy. She had been successful in the supermarket, but her terrible experience with Michael had taught her that she was playing with dynamite when she fooled with a youngster!
Meanwhile, Ethel followed the lead of her wild, redheaded friend and she also gave up the mad notion of the club devoted to the seduction of teenagers.
Soon it was all just a memory to these two women.
For Lucille it was a bad memory of being gang-raped on the floor of her own kitchen. But for Ethel it was just a lovely memory of the black boy with the sloping cock who had fucked her right in her own car!
On the other side of the street there were also memories!
Rhoda and Rosaline decided to forget all about their adventures with teenaged boys. But every now and then they would be passing the pizza place in the shopping center and one of them would point out a particular boy to the other one.
Michael kept on working on Rosaline's lawn, . but she made a point of never being home when he had to come to the house.
There were still times when she closed her eyes and remembered what the boy had looked like when he had been standing naked in her very own little bathroom!
And Rhoda was a big supporter of scouting!
She sometimes thought about Butch and wondered what. had become of the boy and whether or not he was finding hot young girls to fuck!
But then she went up to her own bedroom and she snuggled up close to the big and hairy body of her handsome husband, Sam.
It was about six months later that Rhoda and Sam were lying in bed together. The blankets were bundled over them and they were snuggling very tight because of the bitter Iowa snowstorm that was raging outside of the house.
The lights were already out but the two of them were still talking.
"Today there are such crazy things going on! Did you read about that woman schoolteacher who seduced a little boy in her class?" Sam asked.
"No!" Rhoda gasped, pretending to be shocked by that. Then, after a slight pause she tried to be very casual as she asked, "How do you feel about older women who seduce younger boys?"
Sam chuckled a little bit.
There was a cold sweat on Rhoda's brow as she wondered just why he was chuckling. Had she done something? Did he know about the little adventures that she had experienced with the boy scout?
"Wh-what's so funny?" she asked.
"You'd be mad at me!" he said.
"Come on! You have to tell me!"
"You remember how you told me that you didn't want me to ever tell you about any other women in my life!"
"I make an exception in this case!" she said, feeling very anxious and upset. "Now tell me already!"
He chuckled again and then he said, "Well, you really don't have any right to be upset with me because this is something that happened when I was-only thirteen!"
"You mean, you were seduced by an older woman?"
He nodded. Even though the room was dark, the two of them were close enough together to be able to communicate with their bodies. She knew that he was nodding.
"Who? What? When? I mean, how do you feel about her now?"
"Fifteen years later and how do I feel about her?" Sam said, mulling the question over. "I feel like she was an angel of mercy. I really do remember her very kindly!"
He could not see the broad smile that was stretching across Rhoda's beautiful face and if he could have seen it he would not have known the reason for it.
She was pleased to get that unsolicited opinion on how this man felt about the woman who had first seduced him. Her husband did not realize it, but he had made her feel very good about the way that she had seduced the young boy scouts all those months before.
"Please," she said, very sincerely as she snuggled up even tighter to her husband. "Tell me about it!"
Sam chuckled once more and then he paused for a moment as he tried to get the story straight.
He told her about the fact that he had worked as a delivery boy for his uncle's pizza parlor when he was young. Since he was only thirteen at the time he wasn't even officially working for his uncle. The old man would just slip a few bucks to the boy at the beginning of an afternoon's work and the boy was happy to get out on his bike and deliver pizzas.
One day they had gotten a call just as. he was about to go home. He heard his uncle tell the customer that he had no more deliveries, but the boy offered to go out on that last call.
Twenty minutes later he went up the walk to a little cottage that was not far from the railroad tracks.
The door opened and a beautiful young woman with long brown hair was standing there with a short nightie on.
"Oh, I didn't know it would be you!" she said, sounding surprised.
"This is your pizza, lady!" young Sam replied.
She was standing half-hidden by the door and he could see one of her shapely legs which was revealed all the way up to her hips. The woman was looking at him in a strange way as if she were examining him.
"Come on in!" she said and then she walked away from the door as the boy followed her into the house.
She didn't pay any attention to the fact that so much of her body was revealed by the skimpy outfit that she was wearing.
like all thirteen-year-old boys, Sam had constant erections and when the woman turned her back on him, he took that opportunity to try to rub the front of his pants.
She brought him the money and she said, "You're a very cute boy. How old are you?"
He was not old enough to accept that sort of compliment gracefully and so he blushed as he lied and said that he was fifteen.
Her eyes seemed to be wandering all over him and admiring the black hair that was trimmed so short on his head and the well-built body that was filling out his clothes.
When she pressed the money down into his hand, she kept her hand right where it was. The boy was very conscious of the hot contact of her hand with his but he did not know what to do about it.
He was nervous and he tried to pull his hand away so that he could count the money.
Her long and weil-manicured fingers touched his arm that was clothed in only a thin jacket that he was wearing over his tee shirt.
"Do you have many other deliveries to make?" she asked him.
"This is my last one. I'm going home from here!"
"Do you have to rush off so fast?"
The boy just stood there dumbly. He didn't know how to answer that question and he had a pretty good idea of where the conversation was leading.
"It gets so quiet here when my husband has to work at night! I get so lonely!"
"Gee, lady, I'm sorry for you!" He felt like a dope once he had said that. And he tried to look down at his shoes as he reached his hands into his pockets.
The brown-haired woman had not missed the last gesture with his hands to his pockets. She knew that the youth had a hard-on and that he was trying to adjust it in his pants.
"If you're really sorry for me, you would do something for me!" she said in her breathy voice.
He stammered, "Gosh! What could I do for you?"
She came very close to him as she said, "Kiss me. Just kiss me!"
Pressing her lips against his, there was a warm suction between them. The boy didn't know anything about kissing, so although she was rubbing her tongue back and forth against the boy's lips, he was not budging his closed mouth.
He was also a bit awkward, so he just kept his hands in his pockets.
When she pulled her lips away from his, she said, "Take off your clothes. Please take off your clothes!"
A thirteen-year-old boy is at a stage where he's even embarrassed to take off his clothes when he's alone. The boy nearly shrank into the floor at the thought of taking off his clothes in front of this luscious woman.
He was horrified to think that this woman would see the raging hard-on that was jutting out from his body. It is strange to realize that once this same boy grew up a little bit there was nothing that could please him quite so much as to have a woman look at his raging hard-on!
Sam just shook his head and then looked away from her.
Since she was just twenty-three, she was not beyond being a little childish at times and she certainly knew how to appeal to the child in the boy as she mumbled, "Have you ever seen a woman's pussy?"
The boy's mouth fell open as he looked up at her and gasped.
She smiled. She knew what the answer was.
Her voice was low and sensuous as she said, "If you take off your clothes, I will take off my clothes!"
He looked at her to see if she was sincere and then he zipped open his jacket and let it fall to the floor.
The sexy woman watched the youth stripping out of his clothes. Once he had peeled off his tee shirt, he paused with his hands poised at his fly.
Then, quickly tugging open his fly, he pulled his pants down to his ankles and stepped out of his pants and sneakers.
Standing in his white socks and his white jockey shorts, he swallowed hard. The woman could already see the outline of his cock and the moist area in the front of his shorts where his pre-cum had oozed out of his cock head.
He paused then and said, "Now you!"
Immediately he was sorry that he had said that. He felt that it made him sound terribly childish.
But the sexy woman did not complain. She pulled on the silky fabric of her pink nightie and in one swift move she tossed it over her head.
Casually straightening out her long and straight hair, she was dressed in just the clinging pink panties that were so soaked up that he could actually seee the outline of her pussy lips.
And right in front of him he saw the first set of naked tits that he had ever seen in his life. They were perfectly formed like two ripe melons. The flesh was very firm and tautly pulled over the form of her body.
Then she reached down to her pink panties and the boy, in response, reached down to the waistband of his white shorts.
He was not even aware of when his big young cock was revealed to her. The only thing that he was thinking of was the fact that her delicate brownish pussy hairs and her cunt lips were being revealed to him.
The two of them were naked together!
He was thirteen and she was twenty-three and something was going to happen!
She moved forward and reached out her hand. When she touched the hot shaft of the young boy's prick, he felt it throb in her hand.
The brown-haired woman pulled her hand away quickly and said, "I forgot how fast you young ones can shoot your guns off!"
Although the youth did not understand everything that the woman said, he felt sexually excited by all of it.
She got on to the couch and she was sitting there with her legs spread wide. She beckoned to the boy to come forward to her.
His cock was bobbing straight out in front of him and he kneeled down to that his long and thin piece of youthful meat would be right at a level with the woman's pussy lips.
She touched his dick gingerly so that she would not cause him to shoot too soon and then she guided the boy's erect organ to the lips of her pussy.
As soon as he felt the heat of her cunt lips clinging to his cock, he shut his eyes and gritted his teeth. Although he did not understand much, he did understand enough to know that the woman did not want him to cum too soon.
Since he had never had any sensation like that before it was all that he could do to keep from having a wild orgasm just at the sight of the woman.
Sam had to wonder what his future sex life would be like! How could he enjoy sex with a woman if he shot his wad just as soon as the head of his dick made contact with any of her flesh?
How soon the days of innocent youth are passed!
Regulating his breathing as well as he could, he felt the spongy and moist pussy flesh enveloping his youthful cock as the woman slid his meat inside of her body.
There were chills and shudders running through his body and then he felt his young and hairless balls pressing against the warm flesh that was between her sensually curved legs.
That little pressure was the final one that he even remembered.
There was a tingling in his balls and then his testicles were churning just as if they were trying to run away from the contact with the woman's body.
His balls tightened up against his body as his cock shaft sucked all the juice out of the egg-shaped testicles. He felt the juice spurt up the length of his hard young dick and then he felt his cock head slam against the spongy and supple flesh inside of the woman's vagina.
That first spurt!
Here was a man of twenty-eight who could still remember the moist feeling that was surrounding his cock when he had that first burst of gism inside of the woman's pussy.
He could remember the sensation as she pressed her thighs together.
Her firmly fleshed legs were pressing down against his body and rubbing against the hairless flesh of his hips and his ass.
She didn't want him to take his cock out of her pussy. Once his cock was drained of juice he could not move. He felt like his whole being was drained.
And he just stayed inside of her body because he didn't have the energy to pull out of her body.
He soon discovered that the sensual brown-haired girl knew a great deal about restoring a man's energy.
There were strange and wonderful things that were happening to him. She ran her hand over his nipples.
The young boy had never even known that his chest was an erotic spot. But the contact with the woman's hand made his nipples stand out hard and firm.
There was definitely a tingling in his body as he felt the woman's soft flesh rubbing all over his body.
Then her fingernails, which were pointed and hard were digging into the youthfully slim ass cheeks. The boy would grow up to have hair all over his body and to have a very hairy ass, but when he was thirteen his whole body was smooth and hairless.
The impression of her fingernails was left in his ass and he tensed his bottom tightly at the painful contact.
Suddenly he realized that his cock, which had never even been pulled from the woman's pussy, was hard once more.
He shoved forward because of the pressure that was being inflicted on his ass cheeks and he was slamming into her pussy once more.
When he pulled back from her cunt, he could feel the woman's sharp nails pressing down against the smooth flesh of his bottom. But by that point he had already decided that it was an erotic feeling when she dug her manicured nails into his flesh.
Besides the only thing that he was interested in was having his cock deep inside of her pussy!
He was fucking her cunt and he was loving every minute of it!
This was a lady with long brown hair whose pizza was getting cold on the end table and he didn't even know her name.
When he would get home his mother would yell at him for being gone so long and he would tell her that his bike had a flat and he had to fix it and then his mother would tell him that he would have to stop working at his uncle's pizza parlor because she had worried about him so much.
But he wouldn't care!
Nothing would matter after this!
He was thirteen-years-old and he was fucking the pussy of this beautiful woman who thought he was fifteen!
And then there would be that other time! There would be the time when he was twenty-eight and he would chuckle as he held his wife tightly under the blankets on a snowy night.
He would tell his wife the story of the night when he had delivered that one extra pizza and of the luscious woman who had answered the door in her nightie.
And as the story progressed he might become a little wistful. He might forget some of the details and he might end up replacing them with other details. But the story would remain intact.
And whatever he added or subtracted from the story, the woman in the sheer nightie who had literally guided his cock to the lips of her pussy would be painted as a wonderful woman, as a kind and giving woman.
Yes! His wife would smile a great big smile when she listened to him tell the story and he would think that the smile was because she was pleased for the boy he had once been.
He would not even begin to guess the real reason for the smile! He would never guess that his wife had given the same sexual lessons to a young boy scout who had come to her door to sell her a raffle ticket!
And when he would be holding his wife very close to his body and telling her this particular story, he would feel his cock growing once again.
His cock, much bigger than it had been when he first fucked the woman with the long brown hair, would be pressing up against the firm flesh of his beautiful wife's thigh and she would smile an even broader smile as she felt the hairy chest of her husband crush down at the tender, rounded breasts.
"Do you get so excited talking to me about that woman who seduced you when you were thirteen?" Rhoda asked him.
Sam casually reached down and pressed one finger against the lips of his wife's pussy. Just as he had suspected it was soaking wet.
"Do you get so excited hearing about it?" he asked her.
She chuckled a little and then she said, "Yes! What are you gonna do about it?"
Pushing her over onto her back, he pressed his cock head firmly against her pussy lips and he shoved in hard and fast!
A boy had been a nice change of pace, but for fucking her every day, her husband's big and hairy cock was just right for filling up her gaping pussy lips.
The dick slid right into her, since this was familiar territory to the man. He was used to fucking her and she knew that he could go at it hot and strong.
There were no more fantasies about youth as she felt the widely flared cock head rubbing along the delicate flesh that was inside of her pussy.
Slam! The cock was deep into her body.
And then there was the wonderful pressure as the cock pulled out of her body. She moaned softly. There was gooseflesh all over her body.
"I feel you!" She breathed the words between groans.
"Yes! I'm shoving my thick cock up your pussy!"
"No! It's more than that! I can feel you all over my body!"
In and out! The cock was shoving into her and pulling at the moistening flesh of her body. Soon the cock was sliding.
These were such familiar sensations and yet they were still so wonderful and so hot. There was no moisture that was quite as hot as the feel of the pussy juice that was being rubbed back and forth and spread out by the invading cock.
Burying her teeth in the man's broad and handsome shoulder, she bit into him and then she tossed her legs around his ass.
Her naked heels were digging into the quickly moving flesh of his behind.
As she felt the cock expand in her cunt and she felt the hard meat begin to spasm and shoot into her pussy, she swore that she was through with young boys for good! When she had a husband like this to satisfy her, why should she mess with the young ones?
But then, when she had finished cumming and her husband pulled his dick from her sloppy hole, she looked at the handsome and contented man and she thought about the boy that he had once been. She thought about the contented look he had when he had told her about his experience as a pizza delivery boy.
'Well,' she thought, 'Maybe it wouldn't hurt if I went over to that pizza parlor tomorrow, and. . . "