Janet McCoy - The lady_s naughty urge

Without thinking about what he was doing, Richie pulled his cock from his jeans and began to stroke it. It was hard and throbbing with lust. It grew thicker and harder under his touch, in the midst of his excitement, Richie began to imagine what it would be like to have his cock stuffed up into that hot cunt. He had never experienced a woman's pussy, so he could only try to imagine what it would be like.

Even his imaginings seemed awfully appealing. Richie's hand worked faster, even as the woman's fingers worked more quickly in and out of her churning pussy. "Ohhhh, I'm a bad girl! Soooo bad. And I want to cum so bad!" she cried out.

It thrilled Richie to think he was hearing forbidden words. The woman thought she was all alone! She was being her most primal self! And he was getting to hear and see and savor it all! He could feel his cock-head getting more bloated as his fingers slid easily over its smooth surface.

The boy stroked his cock while the woman worked her fingers deep into her cunt. Richie was beginning to feel as if he were in a race against time and darkness. Would he be able to see how she would look when her orgasm finally hit her? Would she even have an orgasm? He had heard some women never had them!

The boy sighed in frustration. There were so many things he wanted to know. And he wanted to know them all right now! His mother had been telling him forever that he would just have to wait until he grew up. But he was beginning to wonder if he had to accept his mother's unsatisfying pronouncement. After all, by that criterion he could never have expected to get to watch a woman shoving her fingers into her cunt only one month after his fifteenth birthday! The unexpected discovery made him greedy for more knowledge, for more good luck, for the feel of hot cunt on his pulsing cock!

His thoughts were interrupted by sudden turmoil in the living room. The woman writhed even more fitfully than before, though Richie would not have thought it possible. She lunged her ass fiercely up off the couch. She held it that way, with her fingers buried deep inside her pussy. Her own words told him she was cumming. "Yesssss! Oh, God, yes! Yesssss!"

Richie could feel the moment of climax getting closer for him too. Just a few more strokes of his cock and he would feel the release and the sticky hotness in his hand.

But Richie did not get his chance to join Mrs. Carter in orgasm. A burst of headlights told him a truck had just come over the sand dune and was heading down to this very house. There was nowhere else it could be going this far out. Richie had to stuff his cock back into his pants and flee. He did not want to be caught outside the strange lady's house in his condition. His climax was going to have to wait until later!

Exhausted both by the amount of wine she had drunk and by the force of her orgasm, Joan responded slowly to the loud pounding in her ears. When she realized that the sound was not inside her own head… that there was actually someone at the door… she panicked.

There was no time to consider whether or not she was in any condition to receive visitors. She scrambled for a light and turned it on. Her panties had fallen on the rug when she kicked them off. Deciding there was not time to fool around with them, she pushed them underneath the couch. She hid the evidence of her wine glass and a nearly empty bottle of wine inside a cupboard and hurried to the door. The pounding was still as loud as ever.

Mr. Firth smiled at her from the other side of the door. "Evening, Mrs. Carter," he greeted her. His eyes surveying her lush body made Joan uneasy. She grew uncomfortably aware of her appearance and realized her hair must be a mess. She reached up to try to tuck stray handfuls of thick dark hair back into her bun. "Caught you napping, did I?" The twinkle in his eye seemed to convey more than his words. Joan was reminded of the instinctive distrust of the man she had felt as soon as she walked into his real estate office that morning.

Then, she had been unable to determine what it was about him she did not like. Only now did she realize it was the way his eyes made her feel. They made her uncomfortably conscious of the fact that he was a man and she a woman.

"Yes…" she stammered. Her manners made her motion him into the living room, though she was terrified he might somehow guess what she had been doing on the couch. "Won't you come in?"

"Sure will, ma'am. As soon as I bring in that trunk of yours. Old Will came back with the truck just before dinnertime, so I thought I might as well bring your trunk right on out to you. Thought you might be needing it. You'll feel right at home with your own things around you."

"Thank you. That was very kind." She did not ask him why old Will had not brought the trunk out. She thought she knew the reason. Though she realized another woman would be flattered that he was taking so much trouble for her, his attention only unnerved her. He was a handsome man, no more than ten years older than she. But, those eyes of his…

While he was maneuvering the trunk up the porch steps in the push-caddy he had brought along, Joan adjusted her hair in the mirror and tried to regain her composure.

But she could not conceal the fact that she had been drinking. The thought that the beautiful brunette had been sitting alone in the dark getting drunk amused Ben Firth. It excited him, too. From the sober, proper correspondence he had received from his new tenant, Firth had expected a shriveled up, middle-aged schoolteacher. He had not been expecting the dark-haired beauty that had walked into his office that morning. She had made his cock throb the first minute he set eyes on her. She was making his cock throb now, as he watched her assemble a tray of lemonade and cookies on the coffee table in front of him.

She was the perfect hostess. Her manners forced her to be. But there were other aspects to Mrs. Carter… like the fact that the smooth contours of her ass under her skirt told the watchful Ben that she was wearing no panties!

"How do you like the house?" he asked between bites of cookie. His eyes never left her – her big dark eyes, her full lips, her full, round breasts. He was waiting for her to give away some more secrets about herself. He was looking for more signs of a hot-blooded woman under the cool, school-marmish veneer.

"It's a lovely house. I want to thank you for all the trouble you went to get it ready for me. I know I'll be very happy here."

"Oh that was no trouble. Little Ellen… she's been living on this island all her life. Her and her summertime pals are always looking for a little work for spending money. They put in an honest hour's work, once I can get them pinned down."

Lewd visions of "little Ellen" lying flat on her back with Billy's cock impaling her cunt flashed through Joan's mind. Though she tried hard not to, she knew she was blushing. "Both of them stayed here and helped me all afternoon. They were a big help."

"Good. Good." He was still watching her like a hawk. He watched her fidgeting with her glass of lemonade, though she had not yet drunk a drop. He imagined the sweet-sour juice might not be too appealing after the booze she had already had. Her pretty dark eyes glowed every time she looked at him. He could not hold her gaze for more than an instant.

"By the way, you didn't have company, did you, before I pulled up?" He knew she could not have had company, not in the state she was in when she came to the door. But he was pretty sure he had seen something, animal or human, flee from the front porch as he drove up. He was testing her, just to see what she would say.

"No… not since the kids left, about four. Why?"

"Thought I saw something on your front porch. Must have been a critter. Sure moved fast when it spotted my lights."