Janet McCoy - The lady_s naughty urge

A shudder ran through Joan that for the moment, made her forget all about her guest and her efforts to be a perfect hostess.

Had someone been watching her when she was playing with herself? Had someone seen her working two fingers in and put of her pussy?

The thought terrified her. Rather than dwell on it, she tried to drive it from her mind.

Ben Firth watched her eyes flicker nervously. He could see his casual question had got through to the beautiful brunette. She obviously did not like the idea of being spied on. Her complexion had lost its color. The hand that held the lemonade trembled. She had lost her schoolteacher's calm, proper facade.

To divert her attention from her own anxiety, Joan got to her feet and reached for the pitcher of lemonade. "Let me put some more ice cubes in this. It's getting warm."

She was halfway to the kitchen when she tripped and fell to the floor. The plastic pitcher flew from her hands and landed in an armchair. There was lemonade everywhere.

The accident had been too much for Joan. In her drink-confused state, she could do nothing more than raise herself to hands and knees and start to sob. "Damn! Damn! Damn!"

The next thing Joan felt was a hand stroking her naked ass-cheeks. Ben Firth had seen when she fell that she wore no panties! He was behind her now, his hand up under her skirt! He was stroking her firm rounded flesh with taunting familiar boldness!

"No! Stop it!" she told him. She wiggled her ass to shoo him away, but she did not try to get up.

Something else was going on with Joan. The hand on her bare ass was giving her pleasure. Her body was still sensitized from her orgasm and from all the wine she had drunk. The real estate man's hand on her buttocks was sending forbidden chills throughout her trembling body.

Ben Firth had had a lot of experience with women, particularly with the women that came to the island alone 'to get away from it all'. He sensed the struggle that was going on inside the inebriated brunette. He also sensed the passion that was bubbling inside her, begging to be let out. With the memory of past successes to egg him on, he plunged right into a bold and reckless plan.

He pulled his swollen cock from his fly and plunged his throbbing cock-shaft deep into the brunette's hot cunt. He was astounded at how wet her pussy was. Ben thought he understood now what had been going on before he arrived at the house. He gritted his teeth as he felt his cock pulsing inside the clinging depths of his new tenant's cunt. "Your pussy sure is fucking wet. You must have known I was coming! You've been playing with yourself, haven't you?"

His accusation that was half taunt, half passion made Joan tremble. She was ashamed. Ashamed that she had been discovered by her landlord drunk and woozy from the effects of stroking her cunt with her fingers. Ashamed that he had discovered she was wantonly naked beneath her skirt. Ashamed that he was starting to stroke his cock in and out of her pussy… and most of all, ashamed that unmistakable ripples of joy were teasing at her every nerve-ending.

The bigger, older man had caught her in her moment of greatest weakness. Still flushed with her earlier pleasure, her body was hungry for more sensual stimulation. Her cunt tugged hungrily on the cock that filled her moist channel to overflowing. It was the first cock that had lodged there in more than six long months!

"Uuuuuuuhhh…" the brunette moaned. She was not sure whether she was trying to express pleasure or humiliation. She knew she should be trying to resist this wanton assault, from as near-stranger. But somehow her energy failed her each time she tried to escape the onslaught of his engorged cock. She got only as far as thrusting her ass back to meet his thrust.

The desperate moans that escaped the woman's parted lips brought thrilling spasms to Ben's heavy balls. He knew she was feeling used and humiliated. The evidence was there in the way her ass tried to struggle away and then, as though it were ashamed of its own weakness, it slammed back to meet the progress of his greedy cock.

"You've got a beautiful ass, Mrs. Carter. It was the second thing I noticed about you, right after your big tits! Your pussy's tight as a brand new one!"

Tears sprang to Joan Carter's eyes. Though the pleasure was there, coursing through her, she could not let herself enjoy her sudden surrender to decadence. For months now, she had been denying herself the pleasure of lovemaking. She was waiting, she told herself, for just the right person.

Someone she knew would not hurt her. Someone who would respect her and the deep well of love and passion she had to offer.

Now, suddenly, all in one day, she had abandoned the code for living she had developed since her separation from her husband. She had knelt outside watching a couple of kids screwing right on her own couch! Then later she had brought herself to orgasm on the same couch by thinking about what she had seen and stroking her pussy with her fingers!

Her worst sin of all was that in her drunkenness, she had let a stranger somehow get his cock up into her hungering snatch. Before she could get a grip on herself and fight Ben off, she had fallen prey to the rhythm of his aroused cock. Even now, though she was feeling miserable with guilt, still her body was loving every stroke of his filling fleshy cock!

"Oooooohhhh… no… no… no…" There was no conviction to her "no's". The tone in which she uttered them was the best encouragement she could have given the hard-laboring man. It had been a long time since Ben had come across a pussy so wet and hot. With his cock stuffed up inside Mrs. Carter's cunt, it was hard to imagine her as the prim schoolteacher he had met that morning, with the cold smile and the dark hair pulled back in a modest bun.

Once again, her thick luxuriant hair was pouring over her shoulders, flowing free of the confinement to which she had returned it on his arrival. He pushed her skirt far up over her shoulders and ran his hands over her sleek, rounded flesh. He reached farther up and tugged on her hair. It was not a gentle tug. He was showing her the extent of his arousal. "I sure am glad you came to the island for the summer, baby. You're going to make nice company!"

The pain of his hand pulling on her hair aroused a sudden burst of anger in Joan. Rather than blaming herself anymore for her lurid predicament, she found it much easier to blame the man. She had known there was something sinister about the way he looked at her that morning! He had planned coming out to the house on purpose, just to find some way to get closer to her.

Her brain lost its confused docility. She began to squirm vigorously, thrusting her ass back hard against the man's loins. "I'm not going to make any company for you, Mr. Firth! Get away from here! Get away from me!" Her cries were growing more and more frantic. It amused the big man that while she was berating him, she was working her ass in a feverish bid to milk every ounce of pleasure from his hard-driving cock.

"Oh yeah, baby? Do you really want me to go away?" He gritted his teeth and slammed his cock deep, deep into her clasping cunt-hole. His action drove a shrill cry from her throat. Whether she was cursing him or praising him after that, he did not know. There was no longer any sense in her endless whines.

She hated him all the more for his sarcastic taunts. She hated the way his thick swollen cock forced her to groan with arousal despite her best intentions. Into her mind there flashed a picture of how it had been that afternoon between the boy and the girl. Their passion had been so much more pure, so honest. The boy had not been trying to prove anything to the girl, other than that he was a good lover and he liked making love to her. He had not tried to humiliate her or subdue her by the sheer force of his assault.