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

CHAPTER SIX

Richie found it was not so easy to get his courage up to visit Mrs. Carter when he was not high on sexual stimulus. It was another day and a half before he finally got himself to go to her house. And then, it was only on the pretext that he was looking for some kind of summer employment. After all, he had never met Mrs. Carter, though he had watched her fingerfuck herself to orgasm. He had to have some reason for going over to her place and introducing himself!

Joan had still not quite gotten over the shock of her first day on the island. She could scarcely believe that all in the course of one day she had watched two teens screwing in her house, she had jacked off wildly as she fed off her memories, and she had let herself be screwed ruthlessly by a man she had only met that morning!

Though even Joan herself knew it did not make much sense, she found it easy to blame Ben Firth for her sudden total surrender to lust. At least, if he had not come by that evening, she would never have gone so far as letting herself be screwed by a near stranger. If he had not taken advantage of her drunkenness and her confusion, she would not have had to wake up for the past couple of days feeling lousy about herself.

So, as it turned out, when Ben Firth came by to 'pay his respects', Joan had no trouble firmly turning him away at her door. When she was sober, Joan knew she had a cool presence that intimidated people. Ben Firth could find no way through her hard shell. He had left quietly. Joan hoped she would not have to see him for the rest of the summer. She did not want to see anybody for a while. Not until she got her head straight.

She was ready to be cool and unfriendly to whomever it was ringing her doorbell on that Thursday afternoon. But the shy grin of the brown-haired boy disarmed her. He looked so innocent and nice. She could not be cruel enough not to smile back at him. "Hello. What can I do for you?"

If it had not been for the fact that she was a beautiful woman, Richie would have had no trouble answering her. But he could only stare stupidly at her for some moments before he found his voice. And then he stammered. "I… I'm Richie Benson, Mrs. Carter. I heard you moved in here… and, well… l… I was wondering if you might have any errands… or anything… you want done."

"Gee, Richie, I don't think so…" Some instinct made her stop before she turned the boy away. He looked so utterly nice, and Joan found she was more eager for company than she had realized. She had never lived with so much silence. "It's hot out there, Richie. Why don't you at least come in for some lemonade and we'll talk about it."

The boy was disappointed that she drank lemonade too. He had been hoping that she might want to use his presence as an excuse to have some wine or something. Loosened up, she might be easier prey for his lusty intentions, the way she had been for her own fingers the other night.

"I know what, Richie. I've been wanting to rearrange the kitchen cupboards. It's very inconvenient the way the dishes are set up. With you to help me, the work could go twice as fast. How does five dollars an hour sound?"

"Great." She could have said ten cents and it still would have been fine with Richie. Just sitting on the same couch with her and smelling her perfume was enough to make him feel his visit hadn't been a fruitless one.

"Okay. Well, how about now?" she asked as the boy walked ahead of her into the kitchen. She noticed that he was very strong, long and lean in a way that her ex had been. It made him look taller than he really was. Like her ex-husband Fred had been when they had first became lovers.

She didn't let herself try to define the kind of pleasure she got from the boy's presence. He was quiet, not brash and outspoken like the other boy, Billy, had been. His silence gave him a certain mystery. His attentive eyes told Joan he admired her, and that pleased her. It was good still to be admired by a boy whose age she had lived almost twice over. His shy smile made her think of Fred in the times when he had first eagerly held her hand and offered to carry her books from school.

Richie was unaware that the fear that was making him tongue-tied was scoring him points with Mrs. Carter. He was afraid she must think him boring. He hadn't said two words since they came into the kitchen. He stood on the floor beneath her stool and set down the dishes she passed him. It was hard for him to keep his attention on the dull chore.

Mrs. Carter was wearing shorts and she had very shapely long legs. The first hint of the swell of her ass was just visible beneath the hem of her shorts. Every time he looked at her, Richie felt his cock throb. He was terrified she might, look down at him and discover he had a hard-on. He was afraid she might throw him out if she knew.

It was hard now for the boy to visualize how she had looked with her hair disheveled and her fingers buried up in her pussy. If he had not seen with his own eyes, he would never believe it was the same person. Even when he tried to imagine her with her shorts off, Richie still stood in awe of Mrs. Carter.

He handed her the duster she asked for and watched her clean the shelves.

"There, that's better. Now I can store my staples up here and put the dishes where I can reach them without dragging out a footstool. That makes more sense, don't you think?"

Richie knew nothing of such matters, but he agreed, to be polite.

He watched her well-rounded ass make its way back down the steps of the stool. She knelt beside him and opened the cupboard next to the sink. It was only when she turned to ask him to hand her the pots and pans that she noticed the pronounced bulge in his pants. He knew that she noticed because her eyes grew big and her voice trailed off in mid-sentence. Richie was frightened at first, and then his cock began to pulse more insistently. Panicked as he was, still he realized there was no disapproval in the look she was giving him.

Hope began to flower in Richie's heart. Joan swallowed hard and tried to get hold of herself. She realized she was having little success, for her cunt was throbbing noticeably and her hands were shaking. She felt as if she were sinking into the midst of the sweet dreams of youth she had been having ever since she had seen the boy called Billy screw his girl friend. The episode with Ben Firth had left impressions that were harsh and ugly. But watching the teens had warmed up dim memories of her own teen years and the tender passion she had known with the boy who became her husband. Her memories of a distant past consoled her for the crude memories of what had happened with Ben Firth. She had longed for that purity, that gentleness – what had been love for Joan when she was fifteen years old.

And here it seemed it was staring right at her. This gentle pleasant boy was standing next to her with a hard-on straining at his pants. He was excited by the nearness of her! And the longer she looked at his bulge, the more excited she was getting by the nearness of him.

Temptation stood there for Joan less than two feet away. In the shape of something lush and ripe and sweet. And there was Joan with a sweet tooth that she had been trying so long to deny! Would she be able to resist when it lay right there for the grabbing?!

The answer was a plain and simple no.

Not daring to think about what she was doing, the brunette reached for the swollen place in the boy's pants and squeezed it. "Uuuuuuhhh!" Richie's teeth tugged feverishly at his lower lip. Now that everything he had been dreaming about seemed on the verge of becoming reality, Richie felt weak. He was not sure he could hold out against so much stimulation. Even the stimulation of having the beautiful older woman squeezing his cock through his pants! Richie was in ecstasy.

Ready or not, Richie had no time to steel himself for what came next. She pulled down his fly and slipped her hand deftly inside his pants. She was searching for the thick swollen thing that had first caught her attention. It did not take her long to find it!

Richie's hand flew out and grabbed hold of the kitchen counter. Without its support, the boy knew he would fall down. It was incredible! Her hand was holding onto his cock! The same hand that he had seen playing with her pussy was now wrapped around his stiff cock!

Once she had a glimpse of the boy's rigid cock, Joan knew she was lost. She pulled it out into daylight. She stared at the smooth rounded tip at the long slender shaft of his cock. Even the feel of it reminded her of Fred, reminded her of the pleasure Fred had shown her when they first made love together.

Without hesitation, she reached forward and took his cock-tip into her mouth. That was something Fred had not taught her until later. But it was something the mature woman wanted to do for the handsome quiet young boy! It was a spontaneous gesture of the boiling lust that surged from deep in her soul and threatened to pour from her in a raging inferno of passion!

"Mmmmm Mrs…" Joan slid her lips all the way down to the base of the boy's cock. She loved the way his cock felt inside her mouth. It was so smooth. So firm. So responsive to every movement of her lips. She felt it jerk when she sucked on it. The gesture set up an answering throb deep up inside her moistening cunt.

Too impatient to be content to stay still, she began to work her lips up and down along Richie's cock-shaft. Kneeling on the kitchen floor of the summer house, Joan was still aware that the boy standing over her was the same boy with whom she had just shared lemonade and light conversation.

But her mind was starting to wander farther and farther astray. She was remembering how Fred's cock had felt the first time she touched it. She was remembering how excited she had been when she learned about the awesome pleasure it could bring her. Her emotions went back to the time when she had been a carefree girl. When love had been everything. When there had been no thought for the hurts and cruelties that were part of being grown-up.

In her fantasy world, there was nothing that mattered to Joan but the importance of pleasing the hard slender cock in her mouth. Her lips worked agilely over the boy's cock-shaft. She stabbed her tongue against his cock's spongy resilience, surprising him, making him moan. Every moan from his lips brought a new surge to her pussy.

Joan was in another world. From the tedium of tidying kitchen cupboards, she had escaped to an incredible place where there was nothing but pleasure. A hard cock. A moist tingling pussy sending her joy signals from inside her short shorts. And no guilt. For Joan was not letting herself feel guilty about this new leap into depravity. She was living the moment for itself, as if she were a fifteen-year-old girl again!

"You… you have such a beautiful cock, Richie!" Her tongue leapt out to stab the sensitive spot where his cock-head joined the shaft. The boy's hips lurched forward, driving his cock deep into her throat. She whined with the joy of pleasing him with her tongue and lips. Joan was astounded at how good it felt to be appreciated. With innocent excitement, the boy was entrusting his whole sexual being to her. He held back nothing. He gave himself completely to the pleasure.

And instead of feeling used and humiliated, Joan felt she had found a wonderful source of new happiness in her life. She wanted to be a sensual woman again. But she wanted the sex to be pure and happy and eager. She did not want it to be a struggle for dominance.

Though the warm throbbing in his cock told him that all this was really happening, Richie still could not get over the thrill of looking at her. He watched her purse her lips tightly around his cock-head, then slide her head forward until his cock was buried in her face. He felt her tongue sneak out to stab him in unexpected places and he grabbed more fiercely at the counter to keep from buckling under.

It seemed like years had passed in the couple of days since Richie had crouched in the boathouse watching his friend Billy get a blowjob from Ellen. Richie had been full of envy then. He had longed to have his own cock licked and sucked and coddled. He had made plans for the seduction of Mrs. Carter, but they had been castles in the air. Somewhere deep inside Richie had been sure nothing would ever come of those plans. He was sure he would be too afraid to seduce her. It had never occurred to him that all he had to do was just stand next to her with a hard-on and she would fall to her knees in eager ecstasy!

The boy could not know that he was satisfying a need in the woman more intense than just the sexuality involved. He did not know that his cock in her mouth was like a dose of medicine to a woman who had been alone and hurt and confused for many long months. Richie was giving Mrs. Carter the first feelings of overwhelming tenderness that she had experienced in a long, long time. He was feeding her soul as well as the aching hunger in her wet cunt.

She told him over and over again how beautiful his cock was and Richie felt light-headed with pride as well as desire. He remembered the jealousy he had felt when he heard Ellen praise Billy's cock. Ellen's opinion to Richie was nothing compared to that of a beautiful older woman like Mrs. Carter. If Mrs. Carter said his cock was beautiful, then it must be so. Mrs. Carter was a woman-of-the-world. Beautiful and smart. Any man would desire her. And she had chosen him! Richie Benson!

She was sucking Richie's cock with the abandon of a starving person. The boy thought he might not be so shy and awkward with girls from now on. With her mouth on his cock and her praise in his ears, Mrs. Carter was making the boy feel better than he had ever felt in his life!

His only worry was the fact that it was getting harder and harder to resist the throbbing urge in his balls. The urge that tried to seduce him into shooting his hot cum into Mrs. Carter's mouth before he was ready.

He did his best to try to hold out against the feelings – to enjoy them without letting them take him where he was not yet ready to go. He thrust his cock only a short way into her mouth, letting her do the rest of the work, bobbing her head forward to meet him. One wrong move, Richie knew, and his cum would no longer be safely stowed in his balls. It would be painting Mrs. Carter's tonsils white!

The longer she sucked the boy's cock the more completely Joan lost herself to the fantasy of her erotic submission. She almost had herself convinced that she was a girl again. None of the hurt she had been carrying with her for so long touched her. Her only reality was the excitement of bringing pleasure to the handsome gentle boy. Every moan he uttered made her more frantic to please him. She no longer imagined him as Fred as he used to be. It suited her that he was someone new. She remembered the shine of admiration in his eyes as he looked at her over his lemonade.

He liked her! He really cared about her!

Ben Firth had not looked at her like that. His look had undressed her and made her cringe. The boy had waited modestly to be invited into the secrets of her sexuality. Because he had asked her for nothing, she wanted to give him everything. She wanted to feel his hot cum pouring into her mouth!

No sooner did she long for it one more time, than he gave her what she wanted. In jet after furious jet the boy lost control of his lusty load. He held her head over his cock while she swallowed his cum down. Until there wasn't anymore. Until she could feel him trembling. His orgasm had taken a lot out of him. He could barely stay on his feet.

When she was satisfied that she had gotten every delicious drop of his juices, she reached for his hands and coaxed him down onto the floor with her. She smiled at him and kissed him gently on the mouth. "You're really something, Richie," she whispered.

"So are you, Mrs. Carter… I didn't mean to cum so soon. I wanted to make it last and last."

She held a finger to his mouth. His anxiety and the flush of his passion made him look very young. Her cunt pulsed with desire for him. "Don't worry Richie. It was good, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, but…"

"No 'buts', that's all that matters." Joan wanted the boy to believe that. She wanted him to know right from the beginning how to savor the pleasure just for the pleasure. She did not want him to have to struggle.

Her soothing words relaxed the boy. He let her draw his head down against her chest. Through her thin blouse, he could feel the contours of her bra against his cheek. It made him think of those secret parts of a woman. He realized he had seen nothing of Mrs. Carter's nakedness today. He wanted to touch her all over. He wanted everything at once.

But it was not to happen. When he tried to unbutton her blouse, she smiled and gently pulled his hand away. "No, Richie. We've shared something special today. But we live in two different worlds. Let's be happy with what we've got and not let ourselves get greedy." Though she still had a hot twat to remind her of her excitement, Joan felt the same ecstasy she would have felt if she had cum. She had the boy's cum in her belly to satisfy her. And she had the memory of the pleasure they had shared. She could think of it as something pure and beautiful, as long as she didn't spoil it and try to take too much.

He was a boy, no more than fifteen years old. She was almost thirty. They did not belong together. Though the temptation was great, Joan knew she must not yield. The surge of excitement in her belly when she thought about his cock was so raw that she did not let herself think about it. She knew her thoughts were the worst enemy of her good intentions. Along with her throbbing cunt.

The boy looked miserable. He watched her tuck his deflated cock back into his pants. His brain struggled wildly for some pretext to delay the rebuff that he knew was coming. He did not want to go. He wanted to stay and stroke her and kiss her and fuck her.

"You'd better go now, Richie."

"But… can I come back tomorrow?"

"No, Richie. I don't think so. I don't think either one of us could handle that, do you?"

The boy let her hand guide him gently but firmly to the front door. He could come up with no bright ideas to change her mind. He felt desperate and helpless as a kitten up a tree, but all he could say was, "Bye, Mrs. Carter."

"Bye, Richie." As she watched him climb slowly up the sand dune, Joan repeated one thought over and over to herself. "Please don't let him come back." For that moment, she had been strong. If he came back, she knew she was lost. The medicine was too potent. One more dose, and Joan knew she would be addicted.