Janet McCoy - The lady_s naughty urge

Billy marveled at how intimately the unnatural lovers were tuned into one another. As though by mutual consent, they both started to rush headlong into orgasm. The boy squeezed right up behind her, pasting his loins against her backside. His squirting cock was buried to the roots. Billy imagined the hot load that his friend was spurting into the older woman's greedy pussy. The thought made his own cock throb. His excitement made up Billy's mind for him. Billy was damned if he was going to let his own hand do the job for him! Not with hot excitable pussy lying right there in the next room! The boy was determined to go in there and claim his due. Right now, before he started worrying again about the consequences.

Billy's hard cock was all ready to go into action when he walked into Mrs. Carter's bedroom. Neither Richie nor the woman noticed his entry. They were entwined together in the twilight of afterglow, aware of nothing but the blissful release that made their nerve-endings tingle.

The heavyset boy removed his clothes quickly and quietly and eased himself onto the bed behind Mrs. Carter. She was curled away from him into Richie's arms, but both she and Richie noticed the added pressure on the bed at the same time.

By the time they noticed, it was already too late. Billy put his arms around the dark-haired woman to hold her close. He eased his swollen cock in between her ass-cheeks, searching for the hot hole that Richie had just reamed so thoroughly.

"Who… NO…" the woman blurted out, and she tried to wiggle away from the arms that held her so tight. Her efforts were half-hearted. She was beguiled by the pressure of the bloated cock-head that was exploring her wet pussy. Her cunt was still highly sensitized. It was easy for her to respond to the promise of more swollen cock.

It was Richie who reacted most forcefully. He sprang to a sitting position and glared down at his friend. He tried to push Billy's hands away from Mrs. Carter's bare tits. Billy's clasp was firm and Richie made no headway against the bigger boy's superior strength. "What the fuck, Billy?" Richie was still only half conscious from the effects of his tumultuous orgasm. His brain struggled valiantly to get back in working order. Despite all his resolve that Billy should never know anything about him and Mrs. Carter, here was Billy curled naked against his lover's back. It was clear the other boy had every intention of turning a private affair into a threesome. That was just what Richie did not want. He had worked too hard for the treasure that he wanted to remain his and his alone.

But things were moving too fast for anyone's control. Billy only smiled grimly at his friend. The big boy's attention was absorbed by his efforts to get his cock embedded up inside Mrs. Carter's pussy. The woman was showing him minimal resistance, which indicated to Billy that all he had to do was get his cock in her cunt and she would be all his. She was giving him his chance to show what he could do for her!

Joan still was not fully conscious. She had been lying snugly in Richie's arms, entertaining erotic fantasies that passed through her mind during her orgasmic afterglow. The woman had been intensely excited by the robust way Richie had screwed her. She had enjoyed an unbelievable climax, but was still very horny. She hoped the boy would not take long to get his strength up again to screw her.

It was almost like an answer to her erotic imaginings when the youthful arms enfolded her and the swollen cock-head pushed its way into her pussy-slit. She realized almost at once that her assailant was Billy, the boy she had watched screw his young girl friend. The thought of feeling his sturdy hard cock up inside her pussy intrigued her. Though she knew the boy should not even be here, still in her aroused state she was sorely tempted to take advantage of opportunity.

Her cunt was still hot for action, and Billy was promising her a second thrilling screwing. Despite the vague tinglings of conscience, Joan could not bring herself to put up a real struggle, not even to save Richie from disappointment.

The boy was sitting nervously a couple of feet away, watching her reaction. She realized he had already accepted the fact that she would not fight off his friend. She could not tell from his face whether he was more disappointed or excited by what was happening. She knew she did not want to hurt Richie, but she knew she wanted Billy to screw her too. Her affair with Richie had opened her up, made her greedy for sexual experience. His eager lovemaking had uncovered a well of desire that one feverish boy was not always enough to fill. She realized she must not pass up a chance to slake the residual hunger that was often still with her even after she and Richie made love.

"Watch him, Richie! Watch him fuck me! Then you can have it again!" She reached for Richie's hand and squeezed it tight, trying to draw him closer to her. He was reluctant at first, but at last he answered her entreaty. He stretched out facing her. His cock began to throb to life. Joan felt weak from the thrill of being trapped between two sweet young boys with two hard hungry hard-ons.

She moaned thinking lewd thoughts of a possible threesome. Billy finally found his target. He shoved his cock deep into her sopping wet pussy. He held his cock buried up in her twat for a moment, relishing her loud gurgles of pleasure. Then slowly, he began to pull back. He trembled in anticipation of the moment when he would stuff her all the way to the hilt for the second time. Young Billy had never been involved in anything so exciting in his entire life.

Ellen was a hot little slut, but there was nothing in his experience so far to match the way Mrs. Carter's talented cunt-walls wrapped around his cock and clung to him like warm wet suction. He could not resist for long the urge to pummel her one more time. And another. And another.

Eyes closed in ecstasy, Joan ran her fingers through the tousled hair of the boy lying in front of her. Her hands roamed down along his neck and back. She clutched urgently at his bare buttocks. At last she reached around for his hard cock. She squeezed it.

It was that squeeze that sealed young Richie's part in the orgy. The boy had run the gamut of emotions from resentment to disappointment to hurt feelings. But as soon as Mrs. Carter let him know that she had not forgotten him, his natural inclination to respond to the erotic situation rose to the fore.

His cock had already been halfway to a hard-on just from the obscene knowledge that Mrs. Carter was getting poked from the back by his best friend and was responding to it! When she started to wail like a cat-in-heat and Richie knew Billy was doing it to her, his arousal increased. The last straw was her hand on his cock. Richie could not remain an embittered bystander with such promise of sexual fulfillment before him.

He soothed his feelings by reminding himself that Billy was his best friend. Billy had let him spy on him and Ellen. He realized it had been selfish of him not to share at least, the information that he, too, had a lover. He had been afraid of sharing, and that was not nice. That was not being a good buddy.

His affair with Mrs. Carter had helped Richie grow up a lot. He realized there were a lot of things he could not share with the older woman, because of the age difference, because of the differences in their experience. Sometimes even the awesome excitement he knew with her seemed more than he could handle. She demanded a lot from him during their times together. It might not be so bad to have a friend around to help him out!

This way maybe everybody could get what they wanted. Mrs. Carter could get all the screwing she wanted. He and Billy could get to share what it meant to be a man. They could all learn from the fantastic situation that had just erupted on Mrs. Carter's rented summer bed.