Janet McCoy - The lady_s naughty urge

The boys watched awestruck from outside the window. Each felt curiously detached from what was happening, though the scene excited them intensely. For both boys, it was hard to imagine that just a short time ago that same woman had been sucking on Billy's cock and screwing Richie's hard impaling cock.

It all seemed like a crazy erotic fantasy – a fantasy that would intrigue them for the rest of their lives – a fantasy that had helped form their expectations of their sexual future.

"Look at her go!" Billy whispered. His young cock was straining against his pants, but he was content just to enjoy the sensation… and to watch.

"Yeah! Mrs. Carter sure knows how to fuck!" It seemed a long time ago to Richie that the older woman had first sucked his cock in the kitchen. He knew he had been much more innocent then. Thanks to her, he was innocent no longer. Richie believed in himself enough to know that even Mrs. Carter was no longer necessary to him.

"Your ass is sooo much tighter than your pussy!" It sounded like Ben was complaining, but the look on his face said clearly that he was enjoying himself immensely. His eyes were clouded with his excitement. His rough screwing motion had become automatic. Ben was ready to blow, any time Mrs. Carter was ready!

"Aaaailieeeee! Oh my God-d-d! I'm cummingg-g!" Joan would never have believed that she could experience such an intense orgasm, just from being screwed in the ass. The pleasure was so awesome, she forgot even who it was lurching his cock into her hot ass. His tremendous bellow of victory reminded her.

"Are you ready… I'm going to blow that sweet asshole of yours full of cum!" Ben was enjoying himself to the hilt. His body was racked with the joy of orgasm. He had the satisfaction of knowing that he had taught Mrs. Carter to respond to the most depraved of sensual turn-ons. He had screwed her ass to orgasm! She had loved it!

Even as the last shattering waves of pleasure surged through her, Joan knew that her wanton experiences on the island had come to an end. As soon as she could get herself packed and ready, she would leave the island and the big house that had witnessed so much erotic abandon.

She was strong enough now to leave, to go back out into the world where things did not happen so suddenly or so intensely as they had here. Joan Carter felt strong inside again. By challenging every boundary of her resurrected libido, she had come face to face with her full-grown woman. She knew that the next time a man asked her out for a date, she would not feel afraid.

The only thing she would have to worry about was whether the man pleased her. And whether he could keep up with the new Joan Carter!

Richie and Billy stood on the top of the hill in the middle of the little town and watched the ferry ease its way back out into the strait. They knew Mrs. Carter was on that ferry. They had watched her arrive in one of the island taxis and rush to catch the last ferry of the day.

"Well, that's that," Richie commented wistfully. "In another few days, I don't know if I'll believe that it really happened."

"Sure you will. Anything that good has got to stick with you, forever."

"Yeah, I guess. She sure was something else!"

"Yeah."

Automatically the friends started to walk away from the town, in the direction of the dunes that sheltered the house that had, for a short time, belonged to Mrs. Carter. "Where's Ellen?" The thought had been plaguing Richie. For so long, the girl and his friend had been almost inseparable.

Billy shrugged his shoulders and looked uninterested. "She got herself a job working in Mr. Firth's real estate office. She hasn't got much free time now."

Richie looked at his friend quizzically. He decided not to pry further. "What say we go check out the sailboats? Should be a good day far sailing."

At once, Billy's beefy countenance cheered up. "Sounds great!" It was about five minutes later that he added, "I think I've had enough of women for a while."

"Me too," Richie agreed. "But just for a while."