Janet McCoy - The lady_s naughty urge

As she watched the youngsters writhing out their passion on the couch, she was reminded of how it had been between her ex-husband and herself, back in the earliest days of their courtship, when they were both freshman in high school.

Fred had not been pudgy like the boy on the couch. He had been lean and hard from his workouts on the track team. But he had had that same boyish enthusiasm that the boy called Billy was demonstrating. New to lovemaking herself, she had been afraid that Fred would hurt himself with all his panting and straining and groaning. But he had not hurt himself.

He had only succeeded in making her pant and strain and groan with the same abandoned fervor.

Memories of how good passion had been then – when she had been young and truly in love with a boy who was in love with her – made Joan's excitement now all the more intense. She felt herself almost rooting for the boy, and for the girl too. She wanted to see them go all the way. To scale the heights together.

It was apparent from the building excitement in the house that the teenagers had exactly the same idea. Billy sent his hard cock soaring again and again deep into the blonde's hot cunt. His cock gleamed with her juices each time he pulled it from her clinging hole. From time to time, his mouth went back to seek out her lips and they kissed hotly while his cock skewered her pussy.

Their exclamations of pleasure were no longer coherent. Only garbled moans and shrieks escaped their lips as Joan watched the boy's buttocks lunge more lustily forward. The girl did not even have to coax him or pull on him any more. She was too immersed in her own ecstatic bliss to guide the boy's activity. He was too close to the sweet promise of orgasm to even be aware of the superhuman effort he was making. The effort was easy with the hot clinging folds of her cunt to reward him on every feverish stroke.

"Hhhhnnnhhh… ooohhhh…" Joan moaned almost silently. Afraid that she might give herself away if she stimulated her clitoris any further, Joan pulled her belly back from the wall. She concentrated on living her own pleasure through that of the young couple inside and through memories of her own teenaged passion. She watched the hard fleshy cock of the boy and the way it gleamed with its clinging coating of pussy-juice. She remembered the stiff cock of her ex-husband Fred when he had been only a boy like Billy was now.

She could almost feel that smooth girth splitting her cunt-lips wide. Her teeth gritted as she fought the urge to moan aloud and bury her fingers in her cunt. But the time had come when it no longer mattered if she was setting off a cannon on the front porch. The kids would not have heard it. They were living through their own explosion.

"God, Billy… My pussy feels sooo good-d-d! Ohhhhh… I think I'm… cummmmm-ing-g-g!"

"Me too, Ellen! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"

Joan could almost imagine what it must feel like. The endless spurts of thick hot cum shooting deep into the girl's convulsing twat. The brunette had never wished so intensely that she could be young again. That it could be her on the receiving end of that lewd gushing spray.

At last Joan knew she could put off entering the house no longer.

She waited until the youngsters had rearranged their clothing and the girl had resumed her task of dusting the furniture. She recovered her duster from the same little heap that included her panties. The boy took a screwdriver to the kitchen door.

Joan nervously smoothed her dark hair that she had tied into a modest knot at the back of her head. She retrieved her purse and her suitcase from the bottom of the porch steps and entered the house.

As soon as the door slammed, the young people abandoned what they were doing and came to greet her.

"Mrs. Carter?" the girl asked. "Mr. Firth told us you wouldn't be here until the three o'clock ferry."

"I was luckier with connections than I thought I'd be. I hope it doesn't disturb you, my arriving early. I really appreciate all you're doing to help get the place ready. All I've got right now is a suitcase, so I won't really be able to settle in until the truck brings the rest of my belongings later on."

The boy laughed and grinned an awkward friendly grin at her. Joan was surprised at how young he looked on his feet. She could scarcely believe this was the same boy who had been wielding his cock so lustily just a few minutes before.

"You don't have to thank us for anything, Mrs. Carter. Mr. Firth is paying us. Not a living wage, exactly. But something to get us to the movies on Saturday night."

"You mean there's a movie house here? When I heard there were no private cars allowed on the island, I thought this would be a perfect place to get away from it all… including movies."

The boy looked serious, as though he felt personally responsible for having failed her. "Well, it's only one movie a week. That's not too bad… is it?"

Joan laughed. She had felt embarrassed with the kids at first. She feared they might guess, just from looking at her, what she had been doing before she came in. Now they seemed so much like regular nice young kids, she felt perfectly at ease. "Are you kids hungry?" she asked. "I brought some bagels and cream cheese to tide me over until I get to the store. Billy want to help me in the kitchen while Ellen finishes up?"

Both Billy and Ellen very quickly accepted. They had worked up a hearty appetite in the course of their morning's employment. Billy was especially excited as he wanted to get as close to this sexy older woman as possible.

It was after four when the youngsters had finished up what they had come to do. Joan waved them good-bye from the porch and promised to let Mr. Firth, the real estate man, know if she needed them for anything else. They walked at a decent distance from one another until they had almost disappeared over the sand dune that shielded Joan's summer retreat from the rest of the island. She watched them pause and melt into each other's arms for a moment. Then, hand in hand, they disappeared from view.

Joan had been pleasantly surprised to find the refrigerator stocked with various goodies, a gift of welcome from Mr. Firth. She opened the bottle of wine took it with her to the living room couch. Lying back with her glassful of wine, Joan felt at perfect peace with the universe. She had the whole summer before her to get in touch with herself, to forget the sorrow of her marriage break-up. Upset as she had been by the split with Fred, she had forced herself to get through the school year by promising herself that this year, she would take the whole summer off and do absolutely nothing but have fun. In September, she would take a new job in a new high school and really settle into her new apartment. Nothing would be as it had been. She was starting over.

The more wine she drank, the more heady Joan's excitement grew. She was free! Freer than she had ever been in her life! She had moved out of her parents' home into that of a young husband. At last she was going to learn what it was like to live where she wanted and how she wanted. It had taken her most of the past six months to sell the house that she and Fred had chosen together. "Wheeeee!" Joan suddenly cried aloud and kicked her feet into the air, letting them fall back with a thump onto the couch. She was amazed that she could feel so reckless and child-like. She felt very pleased with herself. When she bent to refill her wine glass she was surprised to discover that she had already almost finished the bottle.

Her exuberant display of pleasure had knocked Joan's skirt back up over her belly. She did not bother to sooth it back into place. Instead, as she sipped her wine, she let her brain replay the lurid scene she had witnessed that afternoon.