Janet McCoy - The lady_s naughty urge

Her anger gave her energy, and Ellen reached Ben's small remote cabin in record time. The girl had never been able to understand why the big man chose to live in such a small place when he owned half the property on the island. His cabin was small and neat, but it was not nearly so comfortable as, for instance, the house he had rented to Mrs. Carter for the summer holidays.

Ben looked surprised to see the blonde girl on his steps. "Why, it's little Ellen! Come on in. What can I do for you?"

He had been calling her "little Ellen" for as long as she could remember. She had longed for him to notice the fact that she was turning into a woman and sometimes she thought she saw blatant admiration in his eyes. But then he would go ahead and call her that silly name again, and she would fret and turn her back on him and pretend she didn't care. This time, though, her tactic was different.

She did not turn her back. Instead, she thrust out her full womanly tits and smiled at the man who towered over her. "I don't know if you'll understand this, Mr. Firth, but I had to talk to someone. And I didn't know who I could trust. I've always admired you, my dad says you're the best man on the whole island…" She hoped she was coming across sincere. The look of pleasure on his face told her she was heading in the right direction.

"I'm pleased you'd come to me, Ellen. I only hope I can help you out. It does a man good to help a little lady in distress."

He was doing it again, but Ellen ignored him. Her young cunt was throbbing with her bold scheme. She sat on the couch and broke into sobs. As she had hoped, he sat down beside her and put his arms around her. She leaned into his shoulder and cried harder than ever. Her hand went down around his waist, low down, near the hiding place of the cock she had never seen but often dreamed about.

"It's… it's my boy, my boyfriend!" Ellen was studying drama at school, and she was impressed with the job she was doing. The further she got into it, the more she was moved by her role of wronged woman. She began to cry real tears. "He's… he's making love to another woman… I saw him… just now…" The tears were unstoppable at this point.

Her small hands clenched into fists that gripped Ben Firth's clothing as if they would never let go. In one fist was his fly and the first lurchings of his responsive cock.

Ben tried to shift his position without being too obvious about it. It was no good. The girl had an iron grip on him. He tried to console her as best as he could, stroking her blonde head and telling her how everything would look better in the morning.

But try as he might, he could not forget the growing excitement in his pants.

If he had not known better, Ben would have thought the girl was doing it on purpose. But this was "little Ellen"! He had known her all her life. When she had started to change into a desirable young woman, Ben had had difficulty ignoring her developing charms. He had immunized himself against her by always forcing himself to think of her as the child he used to take fishing. It had worked, until right now. Right now, Ben was having a hell of a time ignoring the many charms of "little Ellen".

The tension in the big man's body told Ellen that she was having the desired effect on him. Her hand, clutching his swelling cock, began to knead his lap. She could feel his cock growing steadily more stiff and engorged with blood.

"Ellen… little Ellen… oh…" The excitement soaring through his system was flashing alarm bells throughout Ben's body. He was almost certain now that the pressure of the girl's hand on his cock was no accident. He suspected she was seeking the kind of solace that a wronged woman often pursues. She wanted to soothe her hurt in the arms of another man.

But Ben did not dare let himself be that other man. He had been friends with Ellen's father for years. He knew the other man would not approve of his taking advantage of the girl's seduction, even though Ben knew personally that Sam would slap him on the back for his good luck if the teenager in question were anyone but its own daughter.

He tried to ease the girl away, but she was insistent. The pressure she was applying to his cock was more than a reasonably responsive man could resist. Ben knew that. He was exercising every ounce of willpower he possessed, but still his groin was vibrating with the thrill of the hungry young hand on his cock.

"I need you… need you to make me feel better. I know you could, Mr. Firth."

Somehow the blonde had gotten the jump on him. Her deft fingers pulled down the zipper of Ben's fly. They started to stroke the pulsing shaft of his cock. Ben knew he was lost. There was no resisting her now.

In his aroused state, the big man could not even remember the good reasons for resisting her. The way her hand worked along his cock told Ben he was in store for a treat. Ellen knew what she was doing. And she was young enough to give him a new perverted turn-on.

"Your cock feels so nice. It's so big and thick. So much bigger and harder than my boyfriend's."

Ben knew that comment was thrown in as a piece of spite against her unfaithful boyfriend, but still he felt flattered by the teenager's praise. She was concentrating so hard on the way her fingers investigated his rubbery cock-shaft that he did not notice, the moment when her head deserted his shoulder and dove for more erotic territory.

The first inkling he had of the girl's plan was the hot stab of her tongue against the tip of his cock!

"Ellen… holy shit!" Ben could not believe it! He looked down at her blonde head bent over his throbbing cock. Another blast of pleasure hit him as she took his whole cock-tip into her mouth and began to suck him. The very thought that this was the girl who used to tie her hair in pigtails and go fishing with him brought taunting pressure to Ben's testicles. Without thinking, he lunged his hips forward. He forced his cock all the way into her mouth. She moaned and worked her mouth to accommodate his fleshy shaft. The enthusiasm with which her lips coated his cock with shiny saliva told Ben how much she was enjoying herself. Ben decided there was nothing for him to do but sit back and let the feelings flow through him.

If they were both discreet, there was no reason why Ellen's father ever had to know what had happened here. Ben did not have to worry about that. Not really. He wanted so badly not to worry that he managed to soothe his edgy conscience. With that in order, he could rest his head back against the couch and concentrate on the skill of the girl's supple tongue and fluttering lips.

He was astounded by how well the girl knew her way around a hard cock. He had concentrated so hard on trying to keep Ellen a child in his thoughts, it had not occurred to him that she might already have acquired a full-blown sex life. Now he had to face the fact that "little Ellen" was all woman. She knew how to please a pulsing cock.

Her cheeks bloated and hollowed as she noisily sucked Ben's cock. His cock was getting even harder in response to the abandon of her efforts. Forgetting his qualms about letting his friends' daughter suck his cock, he grabbed hold of Ellen's yellow hair and thrust his cock deep into her mouth again and again. She grunted and flickered her tongue around the resilient shaft, but she never once lost the rhythm of her erotic seduction. Her energy never faltered. No matter how ardently he tested her devotion to his swelling cock.

Ellen was enjoying herself thoroughly. Her hurt forgotten, she was feeling almost grateful now to Billy for forcing her to take the awesome step of seducing her father's best friend. She felt very wanton and very impressed with herself as she heard the big man moaning with pleasure above her. She tried out every trick she had ever learned to please his bloated cock-shaft. Every stab of her tongue, every nibble of her lips seemed to swell his cock just a little more. Until his cock inside her mouth felt like a rod of flesh-coated steel.