Janet McCoy - The lady_s naughty urge

She remembered how Fred, her ex-husband, had changed as a lover as he grew older. Whereas once lovemaking between them had been all joy and pleasure, somehow it had turned into a struggle for power. She had felt he was using his cock to keep her in her place. The way the real estate man was doing now. He was trying to show her that he could subdue her, that his cock had what it took to send her to her knees in trembling submission.

On her knees was just where she was and Joan felt herself loathing the man for catching her the way he had. For presuming that she would allow a near-stranger to shove his cock into her pussy just because she was caught sprawled on the floor with no panties on. For being right about her, most of all, she hated him.

She remembered how pure and sweet passion had been with Fred when they had been the age of the afternoon's young lovers. She wanted to weep. Instead, she gritted her teeth and stared wide-eyed at the kitchen sink at the far end of her vision. She thrust her ass back with all her might to meet the insistent lunge of the man. If this was what her body needed, then she would take it, with a vengeance. She would suck Mr. Firth dry, then she would toss him out on his ear!

The full force of her excitement had made Joan bold. She felt there was nothing she could not do. Despite her contempt for the real estate man, she could rationalize to herself using his cock to satisfy the cravings of her pussy. As long as this would be the first and last time, she would drink up his pleasure with her pussy-lips. She would bounce her hot pussy up and down his cock until she made him cum. She would show him just what a wanton sensual woman she was. Then she would close the door behind him and let him live on memories of her exotic energy. He would want her again. He would think he could get her again. But he would be wrong. Dead wrong.

Sensing that the woman was climbing closer to the peak, Ben drove his cock hard and deep into her tight-clinging pussy. He grabbed himself two handfuls of firm round ass and pulled her forcefully back onto his aching cock. Her squeals of surrender only made him hunger for her all the more. He could tell that she was holding nothing back from him now. She was totally into him and his thick filling cock. She was not fighting her conscience. She was struggling for the high ride of orgasm that her cries told him was coming closer and closer to reality.

There was no longer any reluctance in her squirms and swivels. Her body flowed back in one smooth eager bid to swallow him whole up into her greedy twat. He could feel her pussy-muscles spasming more hotly. It was obvious she was getting closer to the top. And her spasms and wiggles were taking him right along with her!

Ben had always prided himself on his complete control as a lover. He only let go when he wanted to let go. So it surprised him when her pussy convulsed one last time, signaling her orgasm. The hot passion that welled inside her took him right along with her, before he had had a chance to decide whether he was ready to or not.

"I'm cumming… cumming… ooohhhh!" Joan was so high, it did not matter whose cock was bringing her the teeming explosion that rocked her whole body. She trembled as she slammed her ass back against the big man and let the release flood her being. She felt the hot wetness inside that told her he was cumming too. She heard his cries. But they did not move her. "What a sweet pussy. I think I'll be eback to come in this one again." He collapsed on top of her, sending her sprawling onto the rug that was damp with the sticky sweetness of lemonade. It was the lemony aroma that finally brought them both back to their senses.

He tried to stroke her some more but she managed to get to her feet and smooth down her skirt. "Mr. Firth… please go now… I'm very tired."

He left only because he did not want to wear out his welcome, and because he had got what he came for. He had scarcely dared believe he might have so much success on the very first day of meeting the voluptuous brunette.

She was grumpy now, and unresponsive. But he knew the secret of her hot tingling twat.

He'd be back when he wanted more.

Richie and Billy had been best friends for four years now. They were summer friends. Their families lived in different cities, so they only saw each other during the three months of summer that they spent on the island. During those months, they were almost inseparable. Not that they didn't have fights and arguments. Those were part of being friends.

But something else was getting in between them this summer. Billy had a girlfriend. Richie didn't. The younger boy pretended that he did not care, but in reality he was dying of envy. It particularly hurt his feelings that as yet Billy had not shared with him one detail of the intimate side of his relationship with the blonde girl Ellen. Ellen was not really Richie's type. She was brash and arrogant. He figured she was a good match for his bullying friend who tried to throw his weight around just because he had more of it than anybody else.

Richie was entertaining such bitter thoughts about Billy when he ran into him on the beach the morning after he had watched Mrs. Carter fingerfuck herself. To punish Billy for his silence about Ellen, he decided not to tell him one word of what he had seen at the big summer house. He only hoped he would be able to contain himself. It was a big secret to try to hold onto. He was afraid it might bust right out of him as soon as he had a receptive audience.

"Hey, Richie! What are you doing, buddy?" Billy seemed as friendly as ever. It angered Richie all the more that his friend did not seem to think he might have any reason to be mad at him.

Richie dug his toe into the sand and gazed out on the sparkling blue waters of the strait. "Just thinking. I've got lots of things to think about."

"Oh yeah? Well, so do I! Wait until I tell you about what happened yesterday!"

Richie tried to appear uninterested, but his body grew tense as his ears perked up for hard listening. "Must have been pretty good. You're huffing like an elephant going uphill just from thinking about talking about it."

Billy looked at his friend quizzically. Richie froze, afraid that the bigger boy might reconsider sharing his news. He made an effort to look more interested.

"Don't worry, Richie. I understand. It's just sour grapes cause you're jealous about me and Ellen." Billy stated his belief matter-of-factly, without rancor.

"I am not. Ellen's a loudmouth. Why would I be jealous of you and her?!"

"Cause yesterday I finally got to fuck her!" Billy's face was creased from ear to ear with an unexpectant smile. Richie did not disappoint him. His wide-eyed look was everything Billy had been hoping for. There was no question now that he had a rapt audience.

"You're kidding!"

"No way! I wouldn't kid about a thing like that. That's why I haven't been talking to you about her. I didn't want to jinx my chances, if you know what I mean. But yesterday, we were out all alone at Firth's old country house, cleaning up for him and there seemed to be something about having a whole house to ourselves or something, but she really went for it when I started to push her. I'll tell you, she must be sore today, the way we went at it."

Richie was so fascinated by his friend's news that he completely forgot about his own. Screwing a girl made watching some lady jack off seem pretty lukewarm stuff!

Richie's mouth was hanging open, but he couldn't think of anything to say. The thought was painful to him that his friend knew he was a virgin. There was no bluff he could pull that would put him on equal footing with Billy at this stage.

Billy was enjoying his victory immensely. During their years of friendship, Billy had often been one-upped by the smaller boy's quick wits and agile body. At last, he had Richie over a barrel. His friend's admiration shone in his eyes. Billy was soaking up compensation for a lifetime's jokes about fat kids. His victory made him benevolent. "Tell you what I'm going to do."