Janet McCoy - The lady_s naughty urge

Hope began to flower in Richie's heart. Joan swallowed hard and tried to get hold of herself. She realized she was having little success, for her cunt was throbbing noticeably and her hands were shaking. She felt as if she were sinking into the midst of the sweet dreams of youth she had been having ever since she had seen the boy called Billy screw his girl friend. The episode with Ben Firth had left impressions that were harsh and ugly. But watching the teens had warmed up dim memories of her own teen years and the tender passion she had known with the boy who became her husband. Her memories of a distant past consoled her for the crude memories of what had happened with Ben Firth. She had longed for that purity, that gentleness – what had been love for Joan when she was fifteen years old.

And here it seemed it was staring right at her. This gentle pleasant boy was standing next to her with a hard-on straining at his pants. He was excited by the nearness of her! And the longer she looked at his bulge, the more excited she was getting by the nearness of him.

Temptation stood there for Joan less than two feet away. In the shape of something lush and ripe and sweet. And there was Joan with a sweet tooth that she had been trying so long to deny! Would she be able to resist when it lay right there for the grabbing?!

The answer was a plain and simple no.

Not daring to think about what she was doing, the brunette reached for the swollen place in the boy's pants and squeezed it. "Uuuuuuhhh!" Richie's teeth tugged feverishly at his lower lip. Now that everything he had been dreaming about seemed on the verge of becoming reality, Richie felt weak. He was not sure he could hold out against so much stimulation. Even the stimulation of having the beautiful older woman squeezing his cock through his pants! Richie was in ecstasy.

Ready or not, Richie had no time to steel himself for what came next. She pulled down his fly and slipped her hand deftly inside his pants. She was searching for the thick swollen thing that had first caught her attention. It did not take her long to find it!

Richie's hand flew out and grabbed hold of the kitchen counter. Without its support, the boy knew he would fall down. It was incredible! Her hand was holding onto his cock! The same hand that he had seen playing with her pussy was now wrapped around his stiff cock!

Once she had a glimpse of the boy's rigid cock, Joan knew she was lost. She pulled it out into daylight. She stared at the smooth rounded tip at the long slender shaft of his cock. Even the feel of it reminded her of Fred, reminded her of the pleasure Fred had shown her when they first made love together.

Without hesitation, she reached forward and took his cock-tip into her mouth. That was something Fred had not taught her until later. But it was something the mature woman wanted to do for the handsome quiet young boy! It was a spontaneous gesture of the boiling lust that surged from deep in her soul and threatened to pour from her in a raging inferno of passion!

"Mmmmm Mrs…" Joan slid her lips all the way down to the base of the boy's cock. She loved the way his cock felt inside her mouth. It was so smooth. So firm. So responsive to every movement of her lips. She felt it jerk when she sucked on it. The gesture set up an answering throb deep up inside her moistening cunt.

Too impatient to be content to stay still, she began to work her lips up and down along Richie's cock-shaft. Kneeling on the kitchen floor of the summer house, Joan was still aware that the boy standing over her was the same boy with whom she had just shared lemonade and light conversation.

But her mind was starting to wander farther and farther astray. She was remembering how Fred's cock had felt the first time she touched it. She was remembering how excited she had been when she learned about the awesome pleasure it could bring her. Her emotions went back to the time when she had been a carefree girl. When love had been everything. When there had been no thought for the hurts and cruelties that were part of being grown-up.

In her fantasy world, there was nothing that mattered to Joan but the importance of pleasing the hard slender cock in her mouth. Her lips worked agilely over the boy's cock-shaft. She stabbed her tongue against his cock's spongy resilience, surprising him, making him moan. Every moan from his lips brought a new surge to her pussy.

Joan was in another world. From the tedium of tidying kitchen cupboards, she had escaped to an incredible place where there was nothing but pleasure. A hard cock. A moist tingling pussy sending her joy signals from inside her short shorts. And no guilt. For Joan was not letting herself feel guilty about this new leap into depravity. She was living the moment for itself, as if she were a fifteen-year-old girl again!

"You… you have such a beautiful cock, Richie!" Her tongue leapt out to stab the sensitive spot where his cock-head joined the shaft. The boy's hips lurched forward, driving his cock deep into her throat. She whined with the joy of pleasing him with her tongue and lips. Joan was astounded at how good it felt to be appreciated. With innocent excitement, the boy was entrusting his whole sexual being to her. He held back nothing. He gave himself completely to the pleasure.

And instead of feeling used and humiliated, Joan felt she had found a wonderful source of new happiness in her life. She wanted to be a sensual woman again. But she wanted the sex to be pure and happy and eager. She did not want it to be a struggle for dominance.

Though the warm throbbing in his cock told him that all this was really happening, Richie still could not get over the thrill of looking at her. He watched her purse her lips tightly around his cock-head, then slide her head forward until his cock was buried in her face. He felt her tongue sneak out to stab him in unexpected places and he grabbed more fiercely at the counter to keep from buckling under.

It seemed like years had passed in the couple of days since Richie had crouched in the boathouse watching his friend Billy get a blowjob from Ellen. Richie had been full of envy then. He had longed to have his own cock licked and sucked and coddled. He had made plans for the seduction of Mrs. Carter, but they had been castles in the air. Somewhere deep inside Richie had been sure nothing would ever come of those plans. He was sure he would be too afraid to seduce her. It had never occurred to him that all he had to do was just stand next to her with a hard-on and she would fall to her knees in eager ecstasy!

The boy could not know that he was satisfying a need in the woman more intense than just the sexuality involved. He did not know that his cock in her mouth was like a dose of medicine to a woman who had been alone and hurt and confused for many long months. Richie was giving Mrs. Carter the first feelings of overwhelming tenderness that she had experienced in a long, long time. He was feeding her soul as well as the aching hunger in her wet cunt.

She told him over and over again how beautiful his cock was and Richie felt light-headed with pride as well as desire. He remembered the jealousy he had felt when he heard Ellen praise Billy's cock. Ellen's opinion to Richie was nothing compared to that of a beautiful older woman like Mrs. Carter. If Mrs. Carter said his cock was beautiful, then it must be so. Mrs. Carter was a woman-of-the-world. Beautiful and smart. Any man would desire her. And she had chosen him! Richie Benson!

She was sucking Richie's cock with the abandon of a starving person. The boy thought he might not be so shy and awkward with girls from now on. With her mouth on his cock and her praise in his ears, Mrs. Carter was making the boy feel better than he had ever felt in his life!

His only worry was the fact that it was getting harder and harder to resist the throbbing urge in his balls. The urge that tried to seduce him into shooting his hot cum into Mrs. Carter's mouth before he was ready.