Clara 2: Sharing

Clara and I had clicked sexually from the first time we had fucked, and over the summer we had spent quite a few hours happily fucking, swapping oral sex, and having anal sex. She knew I was also fucking around with other people, though I don’t think she ever did, but we never considered ourselves boyfriend/girlfriend, we were just a couple of kids who loved sex, and enjoyed pleasing each other whenever we got the chance.

Our favorite place to fuck was the old railroad pumphouse I had found and converted into my own little hideaway, but we would gladly fuck anywhere we could get away with it. Since my mother worked during the day and my two younger brothers were often off visiting friends, we were able to fuck in my own bedroom a few times, and even managed it on the couch a couple of times without anyone walking in on us. My brothers and I had managed to get a large wooden cable spool from the phone company up the street, and roll it into our yard, where we knocked a couple of slats out of it so we could get inside, and occasionally Clara and I would disappear in there for a while for some fucking.

There was a high school baseball field across the street from my house, and on the far side of that there were some railroad tracks on a built up berm. There were a couple of concrete block dugouts for the teams to use when the high school played games there, and since the field didn’t get much use during the summer when school was out, Clara and I would sometimes fuck in the home team dugout, where no one could see us from the street, but a couple of times passing train crews got a good look.

Clara was from a large family, and had been molested and gotten pregnant by an older cousin before I met her. The back alley abortion her folks got for her left her sterile – this was before ’68, when we started fucking, and back then, where we lived, abortions weren’t legal. Her family pretty much ignored her, apparently since she was considered damaged goods for having gotten pregnant, and now being unable to have any children, so she came and went pretty much as she pleased without being missed.

We were in the home team dugout at the ball field one day, fucking our brains out, when Clara told me to stop and look behind me. I looked, and saw four other boys standing there, watching us fuck. They were all black kids, from the ‘other side of the tracks’, literally in that small town, who had come to the field to bat some balls.

Somehow, being raised in the South, and with all the prejudices in my own family, I had managed to grow up open minded about most things, and race had never been an issue with me. I went to school with black kids, played with black kids, made friends with them, had even fucked a couple of black girls, and I never saw them as any different than anyone else, though I was aware, being from the South, and considering the times I grew up in, that not everyone felt the same way.

A couple of the kids were actually friends of mine, and we had all probably played a few pickup baseball games together at one time or another. One of the older kids, maybe a year or so older than me, Robbie, knew me, and apologized, saying they hadn’t meant to interrupt us, and began to tell the others they should leave us alone.

I told them to wait a minute, and asked Clara if she had ever had a black cock, and she said no. I asked if she had ever had several boys fuck her at one time, and she said no, but she was beginning to get a gleam in her eyes as she realized what I was working up to. I asked her if she would like to accommodate our new friends here, and give them all a good fucking, and she rather enthusiastically said she would be willing to try anything.

The boys dropped their balls and bats and gloves, then their pants and underwear. There was some argument about who should fuck her first, then someone suggested they should let Clara choose, and they lined up in front of her, their hard cocks already at attention and hoping to be picked first.

I watched as Clara motioned each one closer to her, one at a time, and rubbed around their cock and balls, sliding her hand along the shaft, then bent over and licked the bit of pre-cum from the tip of each cock and kissed the head of each one in turn, then sent them back in line. The third boy, unfortunately, fired his load of cum prematurely as she kissed the head of his cock, and she got most of his cum on her face. She wiped it off with her fingers, then licked the cum off her hand, and told him now he was going to have to be last as she sent him back in line.

Robbie got chosen to be first, and since I had already warmed Clara’s pussy up and gotten her juices flowing, he wasted no time planting his cock in her pretty pussy and giving her a good fucking.