"The lady_s naughty urge" - читать интересную книгу автора (McCoy Janet)

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!