Janet McCoy - The lady_s naughty urge

Some of that passion had seeped out with Ben Firth. But with the older man, she had been too immersed in the struggle between two opposing wills. Though her body had wanted Firth's heedless pummeling, her brain had been repulsed by his insensitive treatment. He had done nothing to satisfy her romantic notions.

Young Richie took Joan back to the days when she herself had been fifteen and full of eagerness to conquer life. He was that intriguing combination of man and child that Fred had been when they first became lovers. He was infatuated by her. He admired her. He wanted and needed the sensual attention she so longed to give him.

One part of Joan looked on the youngster as a cause she had taken up. She would teach him all the pure joys of love. She would make him so sure of himself that he would never have to resort to the kind of sexual struggles that she and Fred eventually became entangled in. With her greater maturity, she wanted to give the boy all she had been unable to give Fred at fifteen. But first she had to do something for herself.

She had to let herself be a woman again. Ben Firth had struck only the surface fires compared to what Richie's bold young cock was unearthing from her. Richie was digging all the way down to Joan's soul. He was making her cast aside all her resentments, all her inhibitions. He was sharing the storehouse of Joan Carter's primal passion.

The way she was moaning and undulating under him, Mrs. Carter was making Ellen look like a frigid kid. Richie's cock swelled with pride as he realized he was actually doing what he had set out to do.

He was screwing Mrs. Carter! He was pleasing her so much that she could not contain her excitement. She was ranting and raving like a lunatic, yet her clinging pussy reassured the boy that she was screaming because of him.

It amazed Richie that he was still holding on against the incredible tug of her tight cunt. Despite all the temptation to spill his hot cum-load into her pussy, he kept right on screwing her. Right on filling her with his inciting pleasure.

The boy had fallen into screwing with unexpected swiftness. One early morning visit had transformed his entire outlook on the world. Richie had thought a blowjob from Mrs. Carter had been something! And it had been! But the thrill of filling her with lunge after lunge of stiff cock and having her moaning for more of it gave the boy a sense of power that nothing else ever had. He was totally in charge here. The woman was on the receiving end, totally dependent on whatever he decided to give her. It was his cock and its relentless pace that was flooding her with the awesome joy that made her moan! His cock was getting its first taste of wet pussy, and Mrs. Carter's responsive cunt was telling him that he was doing well. It made his cock throb to hear her cry for more of him.

Richie thought he knew now what it was to be a man. He would no longer feel inferior to Billy who had his blonde-haired girl friend to keep him busy. He would not tell Billy about Mrs. Carter. That would be his secret, his and Mrs. Carter's. He would just know more about how it was with Billy and Ellen. When Billy told him his wide-eyed boasting stories, he could just smile and say nothing. It made him smile now to think what Billy would say if he knew what Richie was doing. Richie knew his friend well enough to realize Billy was more interested in Ellen's body than her companionship. There was no doubt in the younger boy's mind that Billy would sell his soul to sink his cock into Mrs. Carter's pussy.

But he would never have the chance! Not if Richie had anything to say about it! He was not about to share a prize like Mrs. Carter. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever met! Her hot steaming cunt made him feel better than he had ever felt in his whole life! The moaning squirming brunette had just become the center of Richie's existence. He could imagine himself screwing her taut responsive pussy forever!

But there is no such thing as 'forever' where throbbing cock is concerned. Sooner or later, the surging load in a man's heavy-laden balls has to win out. In Richie, the urge to cum was getting more and more intense. He looked down at the fierce concentration in the woman's face. She was staring over Richie's shoulder, but the boy sensed that all she was seeing was contained within her clasping cunt. Her pussy-muscles clenched around his cock and he felt the pressure in his testicles grow unbearable. He bit cruelly into his lip, trying to hold on. Just at the moment when he realized he could not, he realized he did not have to. Mrs. Carter was cumming!

The blast that burst from his cock was like nothing the boy had ever experienced. Even the cum Mrs. Carter had pulled from his balls with her mouth had not been so intense. He felt like he was cumming and cumming… as if he was spilling all of himself into Mrs. Carter's greedy cunt.

At last, though, he realized the geyser had stopped flowing. Mrs. Carter was cooing peacefully beneath him. A mellow smile relaxed the mouth that a moment ago had been taut with orgasmic reflex. Richie too relaxed. He coiled himself comfortably around the half-conscious woman and closed his eyes. Within moments, he was asleep. He had never experienced a pleasure so blissful as that of falling asleep with his arms around a beautiful naked woman.

Busy as he was these days with his girl friend Billy could not help noticing the changes around him. The island was a small place and people ran into each other. When he stopped running into his friend Richie, Billy started to wonder about it. The odd time he did run into Richie, he tried to figure out what was keeping him so busy. Richie just grinned and changed the subject. Billy was sure his friend was up to something. The longer the mystery went on, the more determined Billy grew to solve it.

There was one minor change that Billy noticed, though he did not make an association with the change in Richie. This change was in Mrs. Carter, the pretty older woman who was living in Ben Firth's big house. Though he had not been to the house since the day of Mrs. Carter's arrival, Billy always talked to her whenever he met her at the post office or the general store. When she started to wear her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders, instead of tightly fled up in her bun, Billy was struck by how very beautiful she was. He wondered what it was that had made her decide to wear her hair in the more girlish style. He decided living on the island must be mellowing her out. His boyish libido pulsed wistfully after the older woman who he knew was hopelessly out of his reach.

He thought no more about Mrs. Carter until the day he followed his friend Richie out toward her place. Billy followed stealthily at a good distance behind the younger boy, falling flat to the ground whenever Richie looked around. It was not until Richie had passed by all the other homes that Billy realized he was going to Mrs. Carter's place. Richie was walking with purpose. There was no question that he had known where he was going all along.

At first Billy felt angry because he thought Richie had stolen from him summer work that should rightly have been his! Mrs. Carter had promised she would tell Mr. Firth to call Billy and Ellen if she needed any help around the place. Billy assumed Richie must be working for the older woman.

He crouched just beyond the tip of the sand dune for some time, waiting for some signs of activity. The front door stayed shut tight. At last, impatient with his waiting, Billy crept down toward the house, creeping around the edge of the sand dune to decrease his chances of being spotted. He tiptoed onto the front porch and looked inside. No one seemed be there.

He went around to the side of the house that had the hedge of hydrangea. Billy's blood was pounding faster through his veins. He was beginning to suspect Richie was into something far more interesting than some part-time employment. He paused, crouched beneath what he knew was the master bedroom window. Only when he heard the first moans of passion did he gather up the courage to peek inside. His head emerged from the hydrangea just high enough to let his eyes peer over the sill. Billy blinked, and blinked again. Though his suspicions had begun to move in the right direction, still Billy had not been prepared for the incredible scene that greeted him!