Janet McCoy - The lady_s naughty urge

He did his best to try to hold out against the feelings – to enjoy them without letting them take him where he was not yet ready to go. He thrust his cock only a short way into her mouth, letting her do the rest of the work, bobbing her head forward to meet him. One wrong move, Richie knew, and his cum would no longer be safely stowed in his balls. It would be painting Mrs. Carter's tonsils white!

The longer she sucked the boy's cock the more completely Joan lost herself to the fantasy of her erotic submission. She almost had herself convinced that she was a girl again. None of the hurt she had been carrying with her for so long touched her. Her only reality was the excitement of bringing pleasure to the handsome gentle boy. Every moan he uttered made her more frantic to please him. She no longer imagined him as Fred as he used to be. It suited her that he was someone new. She remembered the shine of admiration in his eyes as he looked at her over his lemonade.

He liked her! He really cared about her!

Ben Firth had not looked at her like that. His look had undressed her and made her cringe. The boy had waited modestly to be invited into the secrets of her sexuality. Because he had asked her for nothing, she wanted to give him everything. She wanted to feel his hot cum pouring into her mouth!

No sooner did she long for it one more time, than he gave her what she wanted. In jet after furious jet the boy lost control of his lusty load. He held her head over his cock while she swallowed his cum down. Until there wasn't anymore. Until she could feel him trembling. His orgasm had taken a lot out of him. He could barely stay on his feet.

When she was satisfied that she had gotten every delicious drop of his juices, she reached for his hands and coaxed him down onto the floor with her. She smiled at him and kissed him gently on the mouth. "You're really something, Richie," she whispered.

"So are you, Mrs. Carter… I didn't mean to cum so soon. I wanted to make it last and last."

She held a finger to his mouth. His anxiety and the flush of his passion made him look very young. Her cunt pulsed with desire for him. "Don't worry Richie. It was good, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, but…"

"No 'buts', that's all that matters." Joan wanted the boy to believe that. She wanted him to know right from the beginning how to savor the pleasure just for the pleasure. She did not want him to have to struggle.

Her soothing words relaxed the boy. He let her draw his head down against her chest. Through her thin blouse, he could feel the contours of her bra against his cheek. It made him think of those secret parts of a woman. He realized he had seen nothing of Mrs. Carter's nakedness today. He wanted to touch her all over. He wanted everything at once.

But it was not to happen. When he tried to unbutton her blouse, she smiled and gently pulled his hand away. "No, Richie. We've shared something special today. But we live in two different worlds. Let's be happy with what we've got and not let ourselves get greedy." Though she still had a hot twat to remind her of her excitement, Joan felt the same ecstasy she would have felt if she had cum. She had the boy's cum in her belly to satisfy her. And she had the memory of the pleasure they had shared. She could think of it as something pure and beautiful, as long as she didn't spoil it and try to take too much.

He was a boy, no more than fifteen years old. She was almost thirty. They did not belong together. Though the temptation was great, Joan knew she must not yield. The surge of excitement in her belly when she thought about his cock was so raw that she did not let herself think about it. She knew her thoughts were the worst enemy of her good intentions. Along with her throbbing cunt.

The boy looked miserable. He watched her tuck his deflated cock back into his pants. His brain struggled wildly for some pretext to delay the rebuff that he knew was coming. He did not want to go. He wanted to stay and stroke her and kiss her and fuck her.

"You'd better go now, Richie."

"But… can I come back tomorrow?"

"No, Richie. I don't think so. I don't think either one of us could handle that, do you?"

The boy let her hand guide him gently but firmly to the front door. He could come up with no bright ideas to change her mind. He felt desperate and helpless as a kitten up a tree, but all he could say was, "Bye, Mrs. Carter."

"Bye, Richie." As she watched him climb slowly up the sand dune, Joan repeated one thought over and over to herself. "Please don't let him come back." For that moment, she had been strong. If he came back, she knew she was lost. The medicine was too potent. One more dose, and Joan knew she would be addicted.

In Mrs. Carter's presence, Richie had been docile and obedient. In his bed that night, he tossed and turned, cursing himself for not having resisted her firm decision that they must not see each other again.

In his waking dreams, he relived every moment of his visit to the brunette's house. He could almost taste her lemonade and cookies. He could see her shapely legs. Most vivid of all were the memories of her hand and her mouth on his swollen tingling cock. Hard as he tried that night, he could not quell the excitement that surged from his balls every time he thought about Mrs. Carter and her big dark eyes. He thought about having his mouth on her soft tits after she sucked the cum juices out of his cock. The boy had never known his cock to be so resilient. Though he jacked off three times before he fell asleep, he was still clutching a hard-on when consciousness left him.

In the morning Richie made a decision born of desperation.

No matter what Mrs. Carter had said, he was going to go see her. There were so many things yet that he wanted to do with her. He could not rest easy with the memory of one fantastic blowjob. Richie wanted every part of her! The boy knew for sure now that his mother had not been right when she had said he would have to wait until he was a grown-up to enjoy life's greatest pleasures. Emboldened by one success, the boy could not rest until he had learned it all!

His mother was not even in the kitchen yet when he left the house and made his way toward Mrs. Carter's place along the beach. He did not even pause this time to watch the birds or to check for sailboats on the horizon. He had other things on his mind. Things heavy enough to change a boy's whole way of thinking!

His insistent knock on her door dragged Joan Carter out of a deep sleep. She clung to her red silk kimono as she stood groggily in the doorway. It took only one moment for her to realize who her visitor was, and the importance of his appearance on her porch so early in the morning.

"You've come back, Richie," she murmured. Without saying anything else, she stood aside to let him enter the house. Only now that he was here did Joan realize how she had been secretly hoping that he would come. She had not thought he would return so soon. But she knew that if he had not come at all, she would have been disappointed. No matter what her conscience said!

The boy did not sit down when she gestured toward the couch. Instead he stood icily in front of her, his eyes wandering from her face to her body and away. Joan could see he was struggling with an impulse. At last, with a little jerk of his head and a sigh of determination, he gave in to the impulse.

He put his arms awkwardly around Mrs. Carter's neck and planted his lips firmly on hers. Richie had done little kissing in his life, and he was not sure exactly what was expected of him. He was surprised when her tongue came lunging through the barrier of his lips and started to prod at his own tongue. It was not long before he conquered his surprise and began to answer the hunger in her kiss by shoving his tongue deep into her mouth. Hot waves of passion shot through him. His cock was getting hard. For the first time in his life, Richie understood why grown-ups liked to kiss so much.