Perverts 'R' Us

The Club

By Anna Cater ( F/m, S/F, prost )

This story is dedicated to my friend and mentor, Mich Boyle, in recognition of our shared enjoyment of Fm fiction. Send any feedback to annacater@gmail.com.

Trisha Barnes was at the mall one Saturday afternoon, checking out the boys. She had positioned herself on a bench from where she could see the food court, the movie theater and the amusement arcade all at once, as these were prime boywatching spots. Trisha had been coming here for years for this purpose, ever since she came to realize that nothing turned her on more than the sight of a sexy young boy, teetering on the brink of puberty. Her boyspotting expeditions provided her with plenty of material for her erotic fantasies, which became gradually more and more explicit and daring in their imagery.

Her attention was immediately drawn to an absolute honey of a boy walking past her. He looked about twelve or thirteen, and had clear olive skin, curly black hair, big brown eyes with long lashes, full lips, and perfect features on an oval face. Trisha's eyes widened; she couldn't believe a boy that gorgeous was hanging out in her local mall. She had seen some cute boys there, but never one like that. Her pussy began to instantly moisten while she looked at him. She watched him go into the amusement arcade, where he started playing pinball. Watched his slender hips jerk back and forth, watched the curve of his slim back, watched his cute little butt twitching with each movement. It was as fresh and crisp as a juicy apple, and just as inviting to bite into.

She groaned under her breath, imagining how beautifully he would fuck, the effortless flow of his body as he rocked on his hips. She had never wanted a boy this badly; her clit was throbbing in anticipation and her panties were soaked through.

Trisha was so absorbed in watching the boy she barely noticed when another woman sat down on the bench next to her. The woman was about her own age, in her late thirties or early forties, and massively large with huge breasts and an even bigger stomach. Trisha had to move over to make room for her bulk, the other woman's navy silk dress crushed against her.

She jumped when the woman leaned over and said quietly, "I know what you're doing. You're checking out that boy in the amusement arcade, aren't you? The one with curly hair, wearing a brown tee-shirt."

Trisha had long prepared herself for this question, just in case somebody became suspicious, and had her story ready. She calmly replied that she was looking at the boy's shirt, because she had a nephew around the same age and wondered if it would make a good gift for his birthday.

The other woman smiled. "My dear, I can see the signs - you are interested in that boy. Very interested!"

"What signs?" said Trisha, beginning to feel nervous. The woman laughed.

"Shall I tell you? One, you have been staring at him for nearly half an hour as if he is something you wanted to eat. Two, you have been licking your lips every few minutes. Three, you have been wriggling on the bench and rubbing one foot against the other. Four, you haven't noticed that I have been observing you the entire time from only a few feet away; you haven't even glanced in my direction - and I am not easy to miss!"

Trisha was frightened to think how obvious her behavior had been; she wondered uneasily if other people had noticed it in the past and said nothing. She was grateful that this section of the mall was so crowded and noisy on Saturdays that nobody could possibly hear her conversation with the strange woman. The very number of people passing made it private.

"Don't worry," the woman said reassuringly. "He's lovely, isn't he? I'd think you were crazy if you didn't look at him."

"If you've been watching me," said Trisha, "then you must be sitting here and talking to me for a reason. What is it?"

"Allow me to introduce myself," said the large woman, extending her plump hand for Trisha to shake. "My name is Heidi, and I run a club for women who share your … special interests."

"What kind of club?" asked Trisha. "You mean there are enough women here that are like me to form their own club?"

"You'd be surprised," said Heidi. "And it's a club for women to … meet with … guys who fulfill their needs. Of course," she continued, "we offer complete discretion, total privacy. Nobody need ever know your little secret unless you choose to share it with them."

Trisha looked around at the women walking past in the mall. Young college students, suburban mothers, professional women in business suits, plump elderly dowagers … how many of them were interested in boys the way she was? How many of them would be tempted if a boy like the one in the amusement arcade offered himself to them in complete secrecy? She began to think it might be a large number.

"Here, take my card," said Heidi. "I can see you need more time to think."

Trisha thanked Heidi rather blankly as she put the plain white business card in her purse. Heidi put her hand on Trisha's shoulder as she stood up and said goodbye; anyone watching them would have just seen two mature women having a friendly chat, but the truth is that nobody bothers watching mature women in malls. Trisha suddenly appreciated this anonymity.

For the next few days, Trisha could feel the white card burning in her purse as it were a coal of fire. She kept taking the card out and looking at it, wondering whether to just throw it away. But something always stopped her from tearing it up. Written on the card was simply The Club, and then a cell phone number; there was no address.

At last, one night she picked up the phone and dialed the number on the card. She heard Heidi's voice on the other end of the line. Trisha reminded her of their earlier conversation at the mall, and Heidi remembered her immediately, greeting her with obvious delight that she had finally got up the courage to phone.

Trisha was amazed at how easy everything was; Heidi was smooth and business-like as she took down Trisha's credit card details and blandly accepted a year's membership from her. Trisha asked her where the club was, but Heidi told her that a car would come to pick her up in an hour; she was warned not to bring any identification with her.

"Why don't you relax and get ready for your first night at the club?" suggested Heidi.

"What should I wear?" asked Trisha suddenly.

"Oh … something pretty," said Heidi vaguely. "Or something sexy that shows off those lovely breasts of yours. The boys like it when we make an effort. I'll see you very soon, dear."

Trisha showered and shaved her legs and pussy, then wrapped herself in a towel while she spread all her clothes out on the bed so she could decide which outfit to wear. In the end, she wore a plain black dress with a plunging neckline and buttons down the front; the dark material made the soft white skin of her cleavage even more noticeable. When she had put on a little make-up and a dab of perfume, she examined herself critically in the full-length mirror.

She was, she believed, too short and plump, but the smallness and plumpness made her look younger than her age, and she was blessed with magnificently full and firm F-cup breasts that strained against the material of her dress and pushed themselves upwards as if wanting to spill over the neckline.

She put on her black lace suspenders and black stockings, but decided against wearing any panties. It will save me taking them off again later, she giggled to herself. Then her feet were slipped into red high-heeled pumps, and she brushed her blonde shoulder-length hair until it shone in burnished waves.

The doorbell rang, and it was the driver ready to take her to the club. She sat in the back seat as they drove through the dark streets, wondering if she'd just made the worst mistake of her life.

Eventually the car came to a halt in an area she wasn't familiar with. The driver escorted her to a plain black door set in a blank brick wall, entered a security code and brought her into a small foyer. He then knocked on a heavy door, and Trisha could hear it being unlocked from the other side. Heidi opened the door to her, dismissed the driver, and then ushered Trisha through before locking the door again.

"Nice to see you again dear," Heidi smiled. "Would you like to come through to the bar and have a cocktail?"

Trisha gratefully accepted; she felt she could do with a drink. Heidi showed her the way, and then excused herself. In the small bar, she saw a few other women sitting at little tables; she was struck with how ordinary they looked. Then she realized that they were being careful not to look in her direction, and that she should probably stop staring and give them some privacy. She took her drink when it was offered to her and sat down alone, taking the first sips of her strong cocktail.

Heidi reappeared in the doorway, saying with a knowing smile, "I'd like you to meet someone now my dear; I've picked out one I think you'll like."

Trisha stood up, suddenly feeling nervous. She wondered what would happen if she didn't find the boy attractive, or worse, he didn't like her.

When Heidi led him into the room, she was stunned to see it was the boy from the video arcade. He gave an amused grin at the expression on her face.

"This is Redmond, dear," said Heidi. "I think you remember him? Redmond, would you like a soda?" He nodded, as Heidi fetched him a drink from the bar, before she left them together, telling Trisha to have fun.

Trisha had no idea how to start having fun, but Redmond grabbed her hand and pulled her along eagerly, like a boy dragging his mother to the toy store. He seemed to know his way around, because he took her into a dimly lit private room where they could sit down together on a sofa. Redmond drank his soda in noisy gulps while Trisha finished her drink and cleared her throat.

"I still can't believe it's you," she started awkwardly. "I mean, that you're the same boy I saw before at the mall."

"Heidi says I make very good bait," smiled Redmond. "I get to play games while she finds new members for the club."

"Well, you certainly hooked me," admitted Trisha. "I've never seen a boy as cute as you before. I couldn't keep my eyes off you when I first saw you."

"I think you're really sexy too," said Redmond.

"Yeah really?" laughed Trisha. "What's sexy about me, then?"

Redmond thought for a few seconds. "It's really sexy that you're so into me!" he said with a cheeky grin that made Trisha grin back.

Impulsively she leaned over and kissed him on the mouth; she couldn't believe how good he tasted or how eagerly he moved his tongue inside her mouth. Redmond caressed her breasts, his little hands cupping and squeezing them in a way that drove her crazy; he was so bold, yet still a naïve young boy in many ways.

"I can't wait to suck your big tits," said Redmond. He slid down from the sofa and stood between her legs, pulling her breasts out of her dress and undoing the first few buttons down the front. He began licking and sucking on Trisha's large dark pink nipples, running his tongue over them to make them erect before suckling on them.

Trisha ran her hands down his body until she felt his erection through his jeans, and started rubbing against it, loving the feeling of him getting harder under her hand. She slowly undid his jeans and pulled them down, along with his briefs, until she had his smooth hard little cock in her hand. She rubbed up and down it while he sucked her tits, her fingers feeling the ridge on the head of his penis, which had been left uncut.

"Mmm, baby that feels really good. You're really making me cream myself," murmured Trisha.

Redmond knelt down in front of her, and pulled the hem of her dress up. He started teasing her clit with his tongue and fingers, going in little circles until she was tingling with desire all over and the juices were flowing from her pussy. He really knew how to please a woman, and when he started licking her pussy she lay back on the sofa, watching his beautiful little face between her full creamy thighs, as she got wetter and wetter.

She began to shudder with pleasure, and as if knowing she was close to orgasm, Redmond expertly stuck his stiff cock into her pussy, rubbing it against her clit while he fucked her. Trisha stroked and fingered herself while the boy fucked her with his perfect little smooth hard cock.

"Oh that feels good!" thought Trisha. "Oh God, this boy is so gorgeous! Fuck he's sexy!"

The vibrations were humming through her pussy, the pressure building up and up; she knew she was going to cum, and cum hard. The orgasm was so intense that it hurt; she could hear her bones cracking. She moaned as she came, shaking like a jelly.

"Baby that was soooo good," she said. "But I don't think you got to cum, did you?"

"Why don't you suck me?" suggested Redmond. "I can always get off that way."

Trisha lay back on the sofa while Redmond stood over her and slid his cock into her mouth. She could taste her own pussy on him, and he was small enough that she could fit almost the whole thing in her mouth at once. She pulled him deep into her throat and sucked him until he came in her mouth, spurting his hot cum into her as she licked it all off, including his balls. It tasted so much better than a man's, so much sweeter and creamier.

"I don't which I like better - being fucked by you or sucking your cock," smiled Trisha.

"Next time I'll bring another boy so you can have both at once," replied Redmond. "My little brother Garth and I often bang women together; we're a team."

"Yeah? How young?" wondered Trisha. "Is he as cute as you?"

"He'll be ten next month," answered Redmond. "Some people say he's cuter than me, because he's small and he's got green eyes. But I think they're nuts!"

"I'd love to meet Garth," said Trisha. "That sounds like a lot of fun."

She knew she would be back at the club very soon. There was no way she could stay away now that she had learned of its existence and sampled its delights.

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