Dirty stories : The lady's naughty urge
"Ohhhh, Billy! Oh Billy! Ooooohhh! Mmmmmm! Wait, I don't know if we should do this!"
"Come on, Ellen! It'll feel good! You know it will! Ten times better than it feels already!"
The boy had the girl's skirt around her waist. Her panties lay in a forgotten heap on the floor in front of the couch where they were writhing so fiercely. He had pulled his cock out of his faded jeans and was prodding it against her smooth belly. His fingers were sliding in and out of her wet pussy. She moaned and squirmed excitedly. The boy hesitated before making his final assault. From the vigor with which he was fingerfucking the young blonde, it appeared he wanted to make good and be sure she would not try to stop him when he finally stabbed her cunt with his hard cock. His two fingers already glowed with her juices each time they found daylight. There was no doubt the girl was physically ready to be taken. Only her conscience stood in the way... and by the way she was howling and wiggling, it seemed her conscience was already on its knees.
Joan Carter stood on the veranda of the rambling country house that she had just rented for the summer. She stared dumbstruck through the wide front window, taking care to keep her body hidden. She did not want to cast a shadow that might disturb the two groping youngsters.
When the man, at the real estate office, had told her that upon her arrival to the island two young people had gone to her house that morning to get things ready for her, she had been delighted. She had not expected this kind of a reception.
She had not expected to find a boy and girl entwined in reckless lovemaking on the couch that was to be her couch for the summer!
Joan was a voluptuous brunette of twenty-nine with a healthy sensuality. It had been more than a half-year since her husband had abandoned her for another woman. She had steered clear of relationships with men ever since. She was too afraid of being hurt again. The wounds were too fresh.
The irony was that Joan had not even thought she missed making love. She gave herself an orgasm once every two or three weeks, but otherwise, she almost forgot she was a sexual woman.
The episode taking place in the living room of her rented country house was fast reminding her just what a sexual woman she was.
Joan was awestruck by the enthusiasm with which the boy and girl were groping at each other and by the apparent size of the boy's hard cock, as he kneeled over his blonde girl friend and rammed his fingers more urgently into her cunt. The erotic heat that seemed to come bursting out at her through the picture window, and engulf her in an excitement that brought perspiration out on her arms and forehead, was contagious.
The day was already hot when Joan had herself dropped off near the house by one of the two local taxis. The heat, though, was nothing compared to the fire that engulfed her now.
Joan felt alive again. Just watching the eager youngsters seemed to wrench the brunette out of the realm of lonely, deserted wives and into the league of hungering, full-blooded women. She felt her cunt flare with moist desire.
"Oh Billy... do you really think we should? Will you still respect me, Billy? You won't tell anyone, will you?" The girl was saying all the words that she obviously had said on other occasions. She did not even wait for answers between questions. She seemed uninterested in answers. Her mind was on her lust and those two hard-working fingers.
From outside the window, Joan watched the boy push his advantage. She watched him poise his swaying swollen cock over the girl's tight blonde pussy. She caught her breath as he pushed her thighs wider apart. Instead of protesting further, the teen-aged girl raised her legs and wrapped them around the boy's back. From there, it was an easy matter for him to slip his wet fingers from her cunt and replace them with the hot eager shaft of his cock.
"Uuuuuuhhh... ooooohhhhh, Billy! Uh! Uh!" With superhuman strength, the girl began to move her pussy up along the stiff shaft of the boy's cock. He had his hands full keeping up with her pace, shoving his cock again and again up into her cunt at the same moment as her bushy twat rose to engulf him. "Oh God, Billy, your cock's filling up my pussy!"
By this time, Joan was certain that the boy had no virgin on his hands, or, more accurately, on the end of his throbbing cock. Once she had put up the decent amount of protest, the blonde girl lost no time in immersing herself cunt and soul in the wanton urgency of the moment. Obviously she felt no pain. Only rolling, overwhelming pleasure. Joan's cunt throbbed again in blatant envy of the moaning teenager.
The boy was still holding on to some of his baby fat, and he was gasping audibly as he labored over the squealing girl. Joan thought she could see the sweat standing out on his forehead as he threw his head back and moaned out his appreciation of the hot young cunt that clung so eagerly to his rigid cock. "Ellen, you're beautiful! Really beautiful! God, I can feel every little bit of your pussy grabbing hold of me! Shit, uh, oh!"
Even in the midst of her watchful excitement, Joan found herself smiling at the efforts of the boy to keep up with the thunderous pace of the supple greedy blonde. It was as if the tables had been turned on the boy. One minute, he had been haggling with the girl, trying to get her to agree to his lewd intentions. The next minute, it was he who was spending every ounce of effort he possessed to satisfy the demands of her relentless wriggling twat!
The grin on the face of the brunette turned into an excited grimace as she watched the boy lunge his cock especially hard and deep into the blonde's pussy. The girl's exultant moans seemed to set up waves that tickled the tip of Joan's aroused clitoris. It was all the older woman could do to keep from moaning aloud. Her excitement was almost more than she could contain.
She thought of barging into the house and interrupting the obscene activity. It was her responsibility as an adult, anyway, to keep children from indulging in their mischievous depravity. In the midst of her righteous indignation, she would forget all about the lewd feelings the teens had excited in her own long-neglected twat.
But Joan had neither the heart nor the energy to leave her position of unseen voyeur. Both the youngsters knew what they were doing. The girl was not some virgin being victimized by some heartless youth. On the other hand, it was the boy who was struggling so hard to answer the seething passion of the girl's greedy cunt. The idea of interrupting them and trying to embarrass them seemed repugnant to her, not to mention hypocritical.
Besides, Joan was so wrapped up in what the teens were doing, it was impossible for her to actually contemplate putting an end to the action now, just when it was getting so hot and heavy. Her prudent curiosity demanded that she see it through. She had to watch every last moment of the progress of the lusty teenager's summer romance.
"Ellen! Oh baby... I never knew it could be so good! Shit, you're really doing it to me! I didn't know a pussy could be so tight! Oooohh yeah!"
"Do it to me, Billy! Do it harder!" Her small hands reached for his buttocks and pulled him into her. At the same time her hips lurched up to thrust her cunt up his cock-shaft. She raised her face toward his and he got her meaning. He lowered his lips to hers and they kissed wantonly, furiously.
From her place outside the window, Joan could feel the murmurs of their heated kiss exciting the nerve-centers in her swollen clitoris. She leaned her belly against the front of the house and she felt a new stab of pleasure soar through her. She positioned herself to give her clitoris the greatest possible contact with the hard surface. She stuck her fist in her mouth to suppress a moan.
As she watched the youngsters writhing out their passion on the couch, she was reminded of how it had been between her ex-husband and herself, back in the earliest days of their courtship, when they were both freshman in high school.
Fred had not been pudgy like the boy on the couch. He had been lean and hard from his workouts on the track team. But he had had that same boyish enthusiasm that the boy called Billy was demonstrating. New to lovemaking herself, she had been afraid that Fred would hurt himself with all his panting and straining and groaning. But he had not hurt himself.
He had only succeeded in making her pant and strain and groan with the same abandoned fervor.
Memories of how good passion had been then -- when she had been young and truly in love with a boy who was in love with her -- made Joan's excitement now all the more intense. She felt herself almost rooting for the boy, and for the girl too. She wanted to see them go all the way. To scale the heights together.
It was apparent from the building excitement in the house that the teenagers had exactly the same idea. Billy sent his hard cock soaring again and again deep into the blonde's hot cunt. His cock gleamed with her juices each time he pulled it from her clinging hole. From time to time, his mouth went back to seek out her lips and they kissed hotly while his cock skewered her pussy.
Their exclamations of pleasure were no longer coherent. Only garbled moans and shrieks escaped their lips as Joan watched the boy's buttocks lunge more lustily forward. The girl did not even have to coax him or pull on him any more. She was too immersed in her own ecstatic bliss to guide the boy's activity. He was too close to the sweet promise of orgasm to even be aware of the superhuman effort he was making. The effort was easy with the hot clinging folds of her cunt to reward him on every feverish stroke.
"Hhhhnnnhhh... ooohhhh..." Joan moaned almost silently. Afraid that she might give herself away if she stimulated her clitoris any further, Joan pulled her belly back from the wall. She concentrated on living her own pleasure through that of the young couple inside and through memories of her own teenaged passion. She watched the hard fleshy cock of the boy and the way it gleamed with its clinging coating of pussy-juice. She remembered the stiff cock of her ex-husband Fred when he had been only a boy like Billy was now.
She could almost feel that smooth girth splitting her cunt-lips wide. Her teeth gritted as she fought the urge to moan aloud and bury her fingers in her cunt. But the time had come when it no longer mattered if she was setting off a cannon on the front porch. The kids would not have heard it. They were living through their own explosion.
"God, Billy... My pussy feels sooo good-d-d! Ohhhhh... I think I'm... cummmmm-ing-g-g!"
"Me too, Ellen! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"
Joan could almost imagine what it must feel like. The endless spurts of thick hot cum shooting deep into the girl's convulsing twat. The brunette had never wished so intensely that she could be young again. That it could be her on the receiving end of that lewd gushing spray.
CHAPTER TWO
At last Joan knew she could put off entering the house no longer.
She waited until the youngsters had rearranged their clothing and the girl had resumed her task of dusting the furniture. She recovered her duster from the same little heap that included her panties. The boy took a screwdriver to the kitchen door.
Joan nervously smoothed her dark hair that she had tied into a modest knot at the back of her head. She retrieved her purse and her suitcase from the bottom of the porch steps and entered the house.
As soon as the door slammed, the young people abandoned what they were doing and came to greet her.
"Mrs. Carter?" the girl asked. "Mr. Firth told us you wouldn't be here until the three o'clock ferry."
"I was luckier with connections than I thought I'd be. I hope it doesn't disturb you, my arriving early. I really appreciate all you're doing to help get the place ready. All I've got right now is a suitcase, so I won't really be able to settle in until the truck brings the rest of my belongings later on."
The boy laughed and grinned an awkward friendly grin at her. Joan was surprised at how young he looked on his feet. She could scarcely believe this was the same boy who had been wielding his cock so lustily just a few minutes before.
"You don't have to thank us for anything, Mrs. Carter. Mr. Firth is paying us. Not a living wage, exactly. But something to get us to the movies on Saturday night."
"You mean there's a movie house here? When I heard there were no private cars allowed on the island, I thought this would be a perfect place to get away from it all... including movies."
The boy looked serious, as though he felt personally responsible for having failed her. "Well, it's only one movie a week. That's not too bad... is it?"
Joan laughed. She had felt embarrassed with the kids at first. She feared they might guess, just from looking at her, what she had been doing before she came in. Now they seemed so much like regular nice young kids, she felt perfectly at ease. "Are you kids hungry?" she asked. "I brought some bagels and cream cheese to tide me over until I get to the store. Billy want to help me in the kitchen while Ellen finishes up?"
Both Billy and Ellen very quickly accepted. They had worked up a hearty appetite in the course of their morning's employment. Billy was especially excited as he wanted to get as close to this sexy older woman as possible.
It was after four when the youngsters had finished up what they had come to do. Joan waved them good-bye from the porch and promised to let Mr. Firth, the real estate man, know if she needed them for anything else. They walked at a decent distance from one another until they had almost disappeared over the sand dune that shielded Joan's summer retreat from the rest of the island. She watched them pause and melt into each other's arms for a moment. Then, hand in hand, they disappeared from view.
Joan had been pleasantly surprised to find the refrigerator stocked with various goodies, a gift of welcome from Mr. Firth. She opened the bottle of wine took it with her to the living room couch. Lying back with her glassful of wine, Joan felt at perfect peace with the universe. She had the whole summer before her to get in touch with herself, to forget the sorrow of her marriage break-up. Upset as she had been by the split with Fred, she had forced herself to get through the school year by promising herself that this year, she would take the whole summer off and do absolutely nothing but have fun. In September, she would take a new job in a new high school and really settle into her new apartment. Nothing would be as it had been. She was starting over.
The more wine she drank, the more heady Joan's excitement grew. She was free! Freer than she had ever been in her life! She had moved out of her parents' home into that of a young husband. At last she was going to learn what it was like to live where she wanted and how she wanted. It had taken her most of the past six months to sell the house that she and Fred had chosen together. "Wheeeee!" Joan suddenly cried aloud and kicked her feet into the air, letting them fall back with a thump onto the couch. She was amazed that she could feel so reckless and child-like. She felt very pleased with herself. When she bent to refill her wine glass she was surprised to discover that she had already almost finished the bottle.
Her exuberant display of pleasure had knocked Joan's skirt back up over her belly. She did not bother to sooth it back into place. Instead, as she sipped her wine, she let her brain replay the lurid scene she had witnessed that afternoon.
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.
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!
CHAPTER THREE
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."
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.
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.
CHAPTER FOUR
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."
"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.
He forgot all about the wanton Mrs. Carter as he realized Billy's girlfriend was naked right now, right here in front of him. He watched her pull her feet back against her ass and thrust her cunt furiously up to meet Billy's finger. He got a bird's eye view of her pink blonde-fringed snatch as she let her legs fall open in ecstasy. Her jeans had gradually worked their way down past her knees. She was half-naked and sexy, and she was cumming... cumming with an incredible shrieking wail of pleasure!
"Oh Billy-e-e! Oooooohhh, it's soooo good!"
His friend's hand worked her pussy until it was dripping with pleasure. Richie was too excited to hold back any longer. As quietly as he could, he pulled his cock from his fly. He held the fleshy shaft in his hand. He knew any minute now, his friend would be getting his cock sucked by this slut. And he wanted to be prepared!
CHAPTER FIVE
What surprised Richie most was that his friend did not even have to ask the girl to do the obscene thing to him! As soon as she had finished working out her orgasm against the boy's hand, Ellen got up on her hands and knees and crouched over Billy's groin. Her naked ass squirmed excitedly in the air as she began to fumble with his fly. "You want me to suck your cock, Billy? Oh, I can hardly wait to feel your big hard cock in my mouth! You are so big!" she exclaimed.
The watching Richie might have been amused by the wide-eyed surprise on his friend's face as Billy leaned back on his elbows and let the girl have her way with his cock. But Richie was too excited to see the humor in the erotic way Ellen pulled Billy's swollen cock out. She began to caress the bloated cock-tip with her fingers, gently, as if his cock were something awesome, sacred even.
"Oh Billy... your cock's so big! It feels so nice in my hand! I love to stroke it... it's getting harder, Billy!" She ran her tongue lewdly over her lips and the suggestion in her gesture made Richie's cock pulse in his hand. Billy had not even noticed. He was too busy watching the progress of her hand on his aching cock.
"Uuuuuuhhh!" the big boy grunted and lunged his cock up through the oval she had made of her fingers. Again and again, he screwed her grasping hand. Her head dropped closer to his cock-head, as though the blonde wanted to examine every pore of his fleshy cock.
Quick as a snake lunging at its prey, Ellen's tongue darted out and lapped the tip of Billy's cock. His mouth was wide open in shock. His eyes were gassy. He leaned frozen back against his elbows, looking as if he was afraid to do anything else. Then he moaned and a look of ecstasy wreathed his features as he blissfully closed his eyes.
Ellen licked his cock-head again and again, and each time her movement coaxed a short moan from Billy's slack mouth. Richie stroked his own cock with regular steady motions. He was astounded by the brute reality of what he was witnessing. Billy, his own best friend, was lying only a few feet away with a girl licking the end of his cock! He couldn't stop staring at the scene in front of him.
Ellen was no longer content with licking. She had his whole cock-head inside her mouth and before too long, she had engulfed Billy's entire cock. Her cheeks bloated lewdly with her effort. What made the scene even more lewd was the fact that she had not even bothered to adjust her clothes when she got up. Her full tits were dangling from her sweatshirt. Her bare ass was swaying with the excitement of her task. She looked the very picture of an experienced older woman -- much more impressive than anything Richie had seen in magazines because, this time, he was looking at a real live female!
A real live female with a mouthful of cock!
It astounded Richie to think the girl was only fifteen years old, exactly two months older than he was. They had compared birthdays one day, and Richie had been sure that it was only when she found out that he was younger than she that Ellen finally decided to go out with Billy instead of him. Both boys had had designs on Ellen, for they had heard about her reputation for being a good-time girl. But Billy would be sixteen in a couple of months, and he was barely fifteen. Richie cursed his youth that had robbed him of the prize his friend was enjoying right now!
For such a young girl, Ellen certainly seemed to know her way around a cock. Richie watched her cheeks hollow and swell as she held Billy's cock up inside her mouth. He could not be sure exactly what she was doing, but Billy's moans of satisfaction made it sound awfully good.
At last, she raised her head just far enough to expose ninety-nine per cent of Billy's cock. Then again she sent her lips sliding down the gleaming cock-shaft. His cock had disappeared again; but not for long. She made a lusty rhythm out of the way she raised and lowered her head over Billy's fat cock. She even hummed softly as she swallowed it. The humming seemed to make the pleasure even greater. Billy's moans got louder when she did that. And he shoved his cock hard up into her willing open mouth.
"Ellen, baby, wow, that sure is good! It sure is good, baby!" Billy called out much those same words time after time. Richie could understand how his friend was having trouble thinking up anything original to say. He could appreciate how difficult it must be to think with a pair of soft warm lips sucking greedily on a guy's cock!
As his hand caressed the contours of his own aroused cock, Richie tried to imagine how it might be to have a girl sucking on his stiff cock-shaft. He thought of Mrs. Carter and how shamelessly she had stroked herself to orgasm on her couch the very day she arrived from the city. He recalled what Billy had said about her watching them fucking. If Mrs. Carter was really naughty enough to do a thing like that, then she just might be willing to give a guy a good blowjob. If the guy seduced her properly, the way Billy had done, with maybe a bottle of booze.
Crouching behind the stacked timber, his thoughts wandering in his own private fantasy world, it was not hard for Richie to imagine himself with the courage to try to seduce Mrs. Carter. With his hard cock clutched in his hand, anything seemed possible for Richie. He would put his dreams into action, the first chance he got. Just the thought of getting Mrs. Carter to suck his cock made the strokes of his hand feel all the better. Having the lurid scene of Ellen bending over his friend's cock was more stimulation.
He could almost imagine that the sucking girl was a brunette and not a blonde. That her long dark hair was falling out of place as Mrs. Carter's had done when Richie watched her moaning under the strokes of her tireless fingers. That the ecstatic moans that filled the rundown boathouse belonged to him and not to his friend Billy. With the lewd substitutions of his imagination, the spectacle before him took on a new compelling excitement for the boy. It was like getting a sneak preview of the dawn of his own manhood.
Richie's cock throbbed longingly as Ellen's blonde head paused over Billy's cock and she extended her tongue to probe the slit in his head. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned. Her tongue darted against his resilient cock-head again and again, she seemed to be finding something in his slit that delighted her. At last she raised her head. She licked her lips as she looked over at the stupefied Billy. "Your cum tastes good, Billy. There's just a little bit, coming out of the tip. I can hardly wait until I can drink it all!"
With that raw comment, Ellen bent her head back to her task. Her mouth again took all the boy's, cock up inside. She murmured constantly as she sucked. Her ass swayed with the rhythm of her efforts.
Even though he had been willing to go out with her, Richie had always thought Ellen was kind of a bitch. He had not known just what kind of a dirty little bitch she was. She was the kind of girl he had heard his dad making cracks about. The kind of girl the guys in the city made nasty remarks to when they passed by. She didn't mind if Billy knew she had had other boys fuck her. She wasn't afraid to use dirty words like "pussy". She was even dying to swallow down the hot load of Billy's cum! Richie could hardly believe what he had heard! Ellen was too much, almost intimidating. Somehow he found his fantasies about Mrs. Carter and her frustrated hunger for sex, more reassuring. Somehow he thought he would feel safer with Mrs. Carter than he ever could with Ellen.
"You nasty bitch!" Billy grunted, as if he had heard Richie's thoughts, and he thrust his cock hard and deep into the kneeling girl's mouth. He repeated the motion again and again. The boy seemed no longer able to hold himself back. He had to express the throbbing passion that was welling inside him. He reached for Ellen's blonde head and pushed it cruelly down onto his cock. She did not seem to mind. She only moaned and yielded to the harsher pace he was establishing for her. By the way her ass was wriggling, Richie thought she must like being forced to suck harder and faster. She liked being a love-slave to a heedless pounding cock.
While Billy expended his lustful energy in supervising the girl's sucking rhythm, Richie stroked his cock to the same harsh beat. The younger boy was scarcely aware anymore of what he was doing. He was intensely excited. He had the scene he was watching all mixed up in his mind with his fantasies of making Mrs. Carter suck his cock. Though it was his own hand that was finding just the right tempo, just the right technique to bring pleasure to his cock, in his fantasy it was Mrs. Carter's wet and willing mouth. His cock was getting harder and more aroused. It was not going to be much longer befor
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