Janet McCoy - The lady_s naughty urge

"What?" Richie still felt dumb, and depressed. Already he was worrying if he would ever reach his friend's exalted state.

"Next time I'm with Ellen, I'm going to get her to suck my cock."

His depression was gone and Richie was interested again. His cock twinged at the thought of the bold Ellen with her mouth wide open, ready for the impaling plunge of a thick hard cock. "Do you think she'll really do it?!"

"Sure she'll do it. She's one hot chick! Once I get her all excited, she's putty in my hands."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! We're going to down to the deserted boathouse just before dark tonight. If you want to get down there first and hide inside, you can watch."

"Yeah?" Richie already felt sorry for all the mean things he had thought about Billy. He was a regular guy after all.

Billy grinned at the eagerness on Richie's face. It excited him to think of his friend watching in frustrated envy as he got Ellen to suck on his swollen cock. "Yeah, but you've got to promise to be quiet. If she knows you're there, it'll be no good."

"I'll be quiet. I won't even breathe, I'll be so quiet."

"Good boy." Billy patted Richie on the back. Richie did not miss the slur in the use of the word 'boy'. Because Billy had screwed a girl, there was only one 'boy' between them now.

As they stood on the shore throwing stones out into the lapping water, Billy remembered another piece of news he wanted to share with his friend. "Have you heard about the lady who moved into Firth's big house?"

"Mm-n Mrs." Richie's secret was fresh in his mind again, but he decided to hold onto it just a little longer.

"She came by just after Ellen and I screwed yesterday… And you know something?"

"I think maybe she was watching us do it."

More than anything else he had heard that day that bit of information excited Richie's imagination. It gave him a hard-on to think that the pretty woman he had spied on last night had herself been a voyeur earlier in the day. "How do you know?"

"As soon as she met me, she started calling me Billy. You know I don't let anyone call me that anymore. I am sixteen now, and want to be called Bill. But Ellen calls me that, when she's hot. She kept calling me 'Billy' all the time I was screwing her."

Billy did not get the response he was hoping for this time from his friend. Instead Richie suggested they walk around the point and look for sailboats on the horizon.

Richie had swallowed his friend's information whole. He was still thinking about Mrs. Carter and her strange, sexy ways as he crouched behind some stacked timber in the old boathouse. He was only a short way from an old tarpaulin on the floor where he figured Billy and Ellen would be doing it. He would have a front row seat as soon as they arrived.

His cock twinged when he heard the sound of their voices approaching. As he expected, Billy and Ellen sat down on the tarpaulin and started to neck. He wondered how it would feel to have a girl's lips wandering over his neck. He wondered what it would be like to have her hands moving all over and then burrowing down into his groin and stroking his cock through his pants. Billy's groans told him it must feel pretty good. His own throbbing cock told him how much he wanted it to happen to him.

He scarcely dared breathe for fear the girl might detect his presence behind the timber. Ever so gently he lowered his hand to his crotch and squeezed the straining bulge of his cock. Billy was caressing Ellen's tits. Ellen had good-sized tits for a fifteen year old. They made a good handful for his fortunate friend. The boy longed hungrily for the moment when he too would be able to feel up a pair of soft tits.

"Billy, that feels nice." She murmured.

"Oh, yeah, how nice?" he asked as he pulled away. Richie was surprised to see his friend move away from the girl. In Billy's place, he would have clung to her like glue. But Billy was rummaging in the little pack he had worn over. He pulled out a bottle that Richie assumed was booze!

Richie's mouth fell open. His friend was really getting bold. He was even going to ply the girl with alcohol! Richie grinned when he realized that maybe Billy was not so sure of himself as he had let on. He was giving himself extra insurance that Ellen would do the lewd act that Billy had planned for her.

The young blonde seemed no stranger to alcohol. "Oh Billy! What a nice surprise! I sure am glad my parents are having a party tonight. They'll probably be drunk when I get home, so they won't notice if I am too." She giggled and took a generous slug of the bottle. Billy drank after her. They passed the bottle back and forth a couple more times, then Billy laid it aside.

"Now tell me how good it feels!" he murmured hungrily as he eased the girl down onto her back, and slid his fingers up her top.

"Oh Billy, you're so good…" She started to groan as the boy pulled down the zipper of her sweatshirt and exposed the full ripe mounds of her tits. He groped them awkwardly, then his head lowered to one erect little nipple. He sucked it hungrily.

The throb in Richie's cock grew more insistent as he watched his friend working his tongue around and around the soft swollen pink tip of Ellen's breast. Billy's hand kneaded busily on the other breast for a while, but Richie was all attention when he saw the boy grab hold of the zipper of her jeans and start to tug it down. It became clear that Ellen was not wearing any underwear on her lower half either. Stray strands of kinky blonde hair peeked out of her fly at the watching Richie as Billy made room inside her pants for his groping hand.

"Oh, Billy, your hand feels so good on my pussy!" The sound of her aroused voice uttering the lewd word sent a new thrill through Richie's balls. It was one thing for him to call a pussy a "pussy" but to hear the girl do it sounded all the more obscene. He realized she must be very drunk or very excited or both, to talk that way, the way his mother would say only a common whore would talk.

He watched Billy's fingertips delve down into the hairy jungle of her snatch. Richie realized he must be working on her clitoris, that little pink nub at the top of a girl's pussy. He and Billy had often pored over girlie magazines together, back in the days before either one of them had a real live girl to work on. Richie's knowledge of anatomy was pretty sound. It was the practical experience he was lacking… the raunchy thrill he craved of feeling his own finger caress one of those slick little organs. In the books it said they get wetter and more slippery, the more excited the girl gets. He imagined Ellen's clitoris must be awfully slippery. The girl sounded, and looked, awfully excited.

"Oh God, Billy… I'm getting so hot!" The blonde's words came out a little slurred. The alcohol was obviously having its effect on her, but so was pure seething lust. She was so excited that she was caressing her own tit while Billy sucked on the other. She ran her fingers through the boy's hair to encourage him. Her pussy-mound humped up against his hand inviting him to delve deeper into the secrets of her hungering cunt. "Billy, nobody's ever made me feel so good as you do!"

It surprised Richie to know the girl was not ashamed to admit other boys had done those kinds of things to her. He imagined his friend's cock must be throbbing with pride to hear her panting compliments. He knew his own cock would be if he were in Billy's shoes.

More than ever, the boy wished he had a girl of his own, so he would not have to hide out and stroke his own cock. So he would have a hot-blooded woman to do it for him. Out of the blue, his mind wandered back to memories of Mrs. Carter and the way she had looked shoving her fingers up into her cunt. He remembered her cries of passion, her wanton undulations. He wondered if she was hungry for a man, the way he was for a woman. He wondered if she might fall for his seduction if he tried doing it to her the way Billy was doing it to Ellen.