Janet McCoy - The lady_s naughty urge

She remembered how the girl Ellen had had her skirt pushed back from her belly to expose the intriguing triangle of her pussy-hair. She remembered the way the boy had slid his fingers in and out of Ellen's wet pussy… and how at last he had summoned up the courage to replace his fingers with the urgently throbbing shaft of his cock. As she relived the enticing moment when his cock-tip shoved for the first time at the girl's crack, her hands reached for her panties and pushed them all the way down onto her thighs. She felt the warm wash of air on her cunt, still matted from her afternoon's excitement. She left her panties there, reassuring herself that she could pull them back up at a moment's notice. But feeling her greedy pussy naked made her feel very daring and very aroused. She wanted to relish the teasing excitement that made her pussy throb to life. A soft sensual moan escaped from her lips.

More and more wantonly, her fingertips wandered over her smooth taut belly. The alcohol made Joan feel pleasantly aroused without letting her feel guilty for her abandoned behavior. The growing dusk made her feel safe and even more aroused. No one would come by now to interrupt her and nighttime was the time for sensuality, for lusty games far from probing eyes of daylight.

"Mmm Mrs…" she moaned again. And without her even struggling to make the conscious decision, her finger managed to find its way down to the moist slit of her cunt. It prodded her taut clitoris which grew to greater hardness under her touch. Her fingers slipped down to her craving cunt. Her juices flowed so plentifully from her pussy, it seemed almost an accident when her finger slipped right on up into the wet confines of her cunt.

"Uuuuuuhhh…" She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Her fingertip wriggled deep inside her cunt. It felt good. Very, very good. She wriggled the finger some more and thought again of the lusty boy and the way his hard cock had disappeared into the girl's cunt. She pulled her finger from her pussy and shoved it recklessly deep back up inside. She did it again. And again. And again.

Her ass thrust feverishly up off the couch, the same couch where young Billy had soundly screwed the blonde-headed Ellen. Her pussy lunged up to meet her finger the way Ellen's cunt had leapt for Billy's cock. Only the finger seemed nowhere near so thick and satisfying as Billy's cock must have been.

She tried two fingers. That felt much better. Her fingerfucking tempo increased. She was so involved in her wanton play that she did not notice soft footfalls on the porch. Young Richie was wearing his moccasins and he didn't make much noise. He had been wandering around the island watching the birds and the lizards that caught his attention, trying to put off the moment when he would have to go home for dinner. In the island's little town, he had heard a pretty lady had moved into the big house by the shore. He decided to drop by to investigate on his way home.

It surprised him that there were no lights on inside, for it was getting to be dusk, and everywhere island residents were turning on lights. The more enthusiastic back-to-nature types set coal oil lamps in the windows. He decided the lady must have walked back into town, but he went up to the window to check anyway, out of boyish curiosity, and out of boredom.

Richie's boredom dropped away as quickly as his lower jaw fell prey to the tug of gravity. It was getting dark in the house, but not so dark that Richie could not make out clearly what was going on inside.

A lady with long dark hair was lying on the couch with her panties pulled down onto her legs. She had her knees bent. She had two fingers working in and out of her bare cunt.

Richie was fascinated. The boy had just turned fifteen and he was very interested in sex. He had done nothing more than hold hands with a girl, and that only for a few embarrassed moments in a dark movie theater. He wanted to learn more about girls but he felt shy and awkward. Not that he was really shy. Richie normally had no trouble talking to whomever he wanted to talk to. Not that there was anything awkward about him. He was on the freshman track team and everyone said he had the grace and speed of a gazelle. But there was something about girls – girls with big round tits and tight pants, especially – that made Richie feel shy and awkward.

He was safe from discovery, crouching outside the picture window watching the woman work her fingers in and out of her wet pussy. The growing darkness made him feel secure, but he cursed the thought that it might grow too dark for him to see before he had had his fill of watching the pretty older woman do those lewd things to herself.

He felt an insistent throb in his groin as the cries of her passion filtered outside to his alert ears. Instinctively, Richie's hand fell to caress the growing bulge in his pants. The boy was intimately familiar with the needs and response of his favorite organ. He had been playing with it daily for some time now. He felt no qualms about clutching it through his thin jeans, just to reassure himself that his building passion would not go unappeased. A new tremor shook him as a new cry, louder than the rest, exploded against his eardrum.

"Aaahhhh! Oh God! It feels so damned good!" In her drink-hazed stupor, Joan felt totally free to release the welling tide of her passion. She was alone in her new free environment. She could swear and moan and play with herself without fear of prying eyes, without the worry of having to go to school the next day and feel a little guilty in the face of all the teachers she had worked with.

She didn't even let herself feel guilty about the fact that it was the memory of the teens' abandon that was goading her to such heights of depravity. Just by closing her eyes, she could see them again. The determined way the boy shoved his gleaming hard cock up into the girl's cunt. With a touch more imagination, she could imagine the boy was Fred, her ex-husband, as a boy. She could feel his eager young cock spreading her pussy-walls wide. She could feel the incredible, undreamed-of pleasure spilling through her for the first time… and remember the moment when she realized what a wonderful life it would be that could bring such joy again and again.

It made her grim for just a moment to realize that she had not had such pleasure for a long time. Not since her marriage had started to go sour, long – too long – before she and Fred finally decided to divorce. Her regret for what she had missed in the past only made her more determined than ever to make up for her loss. Her fingers flew wildly in and out of her clinging, spasming cunt. Her thumb taunted her clitoris. She was getting up there. Just the knowledge of what was waiting for her in the wings made her feel glorious. Joan loved to cum!

She loved to feel the pleasure surge through her hot convulsing cunt! She had almost let herself forget how much she loved it!

It was getting darker and Richie was having to strain a little to make out the lurid details of what was going on inside the old house. The boy was trembling with the contagious excitement of his discovery. He had expected to exchange a few words with Ms. Carter and maybe ask her if she needed someone to run errands, anything for some spending money.

Instead, Mrs. Carter was putting on a show for him like he would not have been able to conjure up in his wildest dreams. Totally oblivious to the company lurking outside the window, the woman was stroking her fingers roughly in and out of her cunt. Her legs flailed crazily in the air, working her panties down to her ankles then tossing them aside. Free from hindrance, she spread her thighs lewdly wide. Her tongue ran moistly over her lips as she savored the deep penetration she was getting.

Richie glued his nose to the window and thought he could make out the details of her hair-fringed pink crack. He could see the soft flesh yielding under the assault of her fingertips. Then sucking the entire length of her two fingers far up into her greedy pussy-depths.