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CHAPTER SEVEN

In Mrs. Carter's presence, Richie had been docile and obedient. In his bed that night, he tossed and turned, cursing himself for not having resisted her firm decision that they must not see each other again.

In his waking dreams, he relived every moment of his visit to the brunette's house. He could almost taste her lemonade and cookies. He could see her shapely legs. Most vivid of all were the memories of her hand and her mouth on his swollen tingling cock. Hard as he tried that night, he could not quell the excitement that surged from his balls every time he thought about Mrs. Carter and her big dark eyes. He thought about having his mouth on her soft tits after she sucked the cum juices out of his cock. The boy had never known his cock to be so resilient. Though he jacked off three times before he fell asleep, he was still clutching a hard-on when consciousness left him.

In the morning Richie made a decision born of desperation.

No matter what Mrs. Carter had said, he was going to go see her. There were so many things yet that he wanted to do with her. He could not rest easy with the memory of one fantastic blowjob. Richie wanted every part of her! The boy knew for sure now that his mother had not been right when she had said he would have to wait until he was a grown-up to enjoy life's greatest pleasures. Emboldened by one success, the boy could not rest until he had learned it all!

His mother was not even in the kitchen yet when he left the house and made his way toward Mrs. Carter's place along the beach. He did not even pause this time to watch the birds or to check for sailboats on the horizon. He had other things on his mind. Things heavy enough to change a boy's whole way of thinking!

His insistent knock on her door dragged Joan Carter out of a deep sleep. She clung to her red silk kimono as she stood groggily in the doorway. It took only one moment for her to realize who her visitor was, and the importance of his appearance on her porch so early in the morning.

"You've come back, Richie," she murmured. Without saying anything else, she stood aside to let him enter the house. Only now that he was here did Joan realize how she had been secretly hoping that he would come. She had not thought he would return so soon. But she knew that if he had not come at all, she would have been disappointed. No matter what her conscience said!

The boy did not sit down when she gestured toward the couch. Instead he stood icily in front of her, his eyes wandering from her face to her body and away. Joan could see he was struggling with an impulse. At last, with a little jerk of his head and a sigh of determination, he gave in to the impulse.

He put his arms awkwardly around Mrs. Carter's neck and planted his lips firmly on hers. Richie had done little kissing in his life, and he was not sure exactly what was expected of him. He was surprised when her tongue came lunging through the barrier of his lips and started to prod at his own tongue. It was not long before he conquered his surprise and began to answer the hunger in her kiss by shoving his tongue deep into her mouth. Hot waves of passion shot through him. His cock was getting hard. For the first time in his life, Richie understood why grown-ups liked to kiss so much.

It made him feel awfully good all over! The excitement that rattled every nerve made his cock pulse urgently. It made him want to kiss her harder and deeper. It almost made him forget the greater plan he wanted to accomplish. But not for long. The heedless pounding in his cock told Richie just how much he wanted to screw Mrs. Carter's pussy!

Once the boy realized that the older woman was giving him no resistance, Richie knew he had won. He grew calmer in the mind, though not in body. He took her by the hand and led her toward her bedroom.

Joan already had herself convinced that if the boy showed up, she would have no choice but to respond to him. The memories that had kept her awake all night came back now to make her follow the boy to her bedroom. She could still almost feel his cock up inside her mouth. She could almost taste the hot jets of his spurting cum. It was those sensual memories that made Joan so obedient to her illicit impulses.

She remembered how sucking the boy's cock had made her feel. His innocent passion had renewed her. She found it difficult to believe that what they had done together was wrong. The boy's gentleness, his appreciation, had boosted Joan's spirits more than anything that had occurred since her divorce. She needed to be appreciated the way the boy appreciated her. The brunette had convinced herself that she owed it to herself to take the beauty and energy the youth could give her.

Scarcely daring to breathe for fear it would all vanish, the boy gently pulled away the hand that held Mrs. Carter's kimono shut. He pulled the garment down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind her. With trembling fingers, he reached out to stroke the firm round white tits with their hardening pink tips. By touch he relished the way her narrow waist flared out into smooth womanly hips. Her belly was taut and firm. It was not easy for him to get up the courage to reach into her dark-thatched pubic area. He only grazed her cunt-hair and reached back up for her breasts. Even as he caressed her tits a second time, his cock was throbbing in anticipation of learning more about the secrets beneath her luxuriant cunt-triangle.

Her eyes heavy with lust, Joan guided the boy's hand back down to her pussy. She watched the nervous pleasure in his face as she helped him find her swollen clitoris. "Mmmmmmm," she encouraged him to run his fingers around her sensitized nubbin. She thrust her cunt upward against his hand, spreading the stimulus, to her moistening pussy-hole. "Oh, it feels so good when you touch me there, Richie. Play with my pussy!"

The dark-haired woman had totally abandoned the conscience that had made her turn the boy away the previous day. Once determined that she needed the affection and the stimulation that Richie could give her, she threw herself heart and soul into the pursuit of the teenager's sexual education.

She grinned at the look of amazement that registered his joy in stroking a woman's pussy. "Mmmmmm… that's so nice, Richie! Have you ever felt anything like that before?"

"No, ma'am," he replied nervously.

Joan hastened to reassure him that his inexperience did not disturb her… except to excite her. She began to tug on his belt. "It's not fair that I should be the only one that's naked. I want to see you naked, too. I want to feel you against me."

Her voice trembled as she spoke. The thought that she was ravishing a handsome young virgin thrilled her almost as much as the touch of Richie's fingers on her clitoris. The brunette felt almost as if she were being given a chance to be young again. Her sense of the boy's virginal excitement compounded her own arousal. She was awkward undressing him, but at last she had the job done. She pulled his lean, hard young body against her and kissed him hungrily full on the lips. Though the bed was only a foot away, she was putting off the moment when they would fall onto it. It felt so good to be standing pressing herself against him. Feeling his hard eager cock pressing against her pussy mound.

The boy was stunned. Despite all the resolve he had brought with him to Mrs. Carter's house, he had not expected things to go so quickly. It was hard to believe he was actually caressing the wet cunt of a woman he had watched fingerfucking herself on a darkening summer's evening. He thrust his loins forward, forcing his cock harder against her furry mat. Her groan of pleasure made him bolder. Without taking his mouth from hers, he maneuvered her around so her back was toward the bed. He pushed her down onto the mattress, with himself right on top of her.

It was Richie's turn to groan. He had dreamed so long about lying on top of a naked woman that the excitement of the new reality was almost enough to force his cum prematurely from his balls. He was growing less afraid of Mrs. Carter's hairy snatch. He pushed his hand farther up between her legs. His fingertip probed for her yielding place. He stuffed her cunt full of his finger.

At last the youth was getting hold of himself enough to remember the lessons he had learned from watching Billy fingerfuck his girl friend. He became more aggressive with Mrs. Carter. As Ellen had, the older woman responded abandonedly to his finger-stroking onslaught. She seemed not the least bit reluctant to let him manage their love-play. Her body succumbed willingly to every kiss and caress he dealt it.

He could hear and feel and smell the way her pussy responded to his wriggling finger. She was so wet that her juices made a juicy sound as Richie's finger worked back and forth. Her cunt seemed to mold itself around the slender invasion of his finger. He realized quickly that there was room inside for more than just one finger. He shoved a second finger into her greedy pussy. She groaned and turned her cunt upward. The more avidly she impaled her twat on his fingers, the more heady grew the aroma of her excited cunt. Richie was having trouble keeping up with her pace. His cock throbbed urgently. His mouth was dry with his excitement. Only gradually did it dawn on him that now was the perfect time to slip his swollen cock up inside where his fingers were working.

It was time for Richie to learn to screw!

He was trembling all over as he climbed in between her thighs and forced them apart, making room for himself to kneel over her. It excited him that she automatically raised her legs and spread them wide. He could hear her breathing getting more uneven. He pulled his fingers from her clasping cunt and guided his cock-head toward her waiting hole. It took a couple of false shoves before he found the right place. Then, his cock glided up into her pussy as smoothly and easily as if he had been doing it all his life.

The older woman's reaction gave Richie courage to go on. Like an untamed creature, she writhed and squirmed on the boy's impaling cock. As soon as he pulled out of her for the first time, she thrust her cunt back up his cock. Her exuberance fired the boy's lust. Primal instinct took hold of him and he longed to screw her deep and hard. He started to do it. His pace was awkward at first, but she helped him. Her cunt kept riding relentlessly up his stiffened cock. He learned to work to her rhythm. Soon he was screwing her in a hard-driving frenzy that had both woman and boy wailing with erotic abandon. Richie could scarcely believe how quickly he had moved from innocence to responsible manhood.

Suddenly he had a kicking writhing bundle of woman-flesh on the end of his cock. And it was up to him to tame her!

Though it had been the youth's innocence and gentleness that had made Joan yearn for him, as soon as their naked bodies met the brunette realized she had a lot of passion locked up inside her. It was going to take more than gentle stroke to satisfy her intense craving. With the boy's cock safely stowed in her hungering cunt, Joan lost all control of her responses. She could no longer be content to savor the boy's charms at leisure. She needed him to take her hard and deep. With a gentle boy that she knew really cared about her, Joan felt free to set free the animal lurking within her belly.

Some of that passion had seeped out with Ben Firth. But with the older man, she had been too immersed in the struggle between two opposing wills. Though her body had wanted Firth's heedless pummeling, her brain had been repulsed by his insensitive treatment. He had done nothing to satisfy her romantic notions.

Young Richie took Joan back to the days when she herself had been fifteen and full of eagerness to conquer life. He was that intriguing combination of man and child that Fred had been when they first became lovers. He was infatuated by her. He admired her. He wanted and needed the sensual attention she so longed to give him.

One part of Joan looked on the youngster as a cause she had taken up. She would teach him all the pure joys of love. She would make him so sure of himself that he would never have to resort to the kind of sexual struggles that she and Fred eventually became entangled in. With her greater maturity, she wanted to give the boy all she had been unable to give Fred at fifteen. But first she had to do something for herself.

She had to let herself be a woman again. Ben Firth had struck only the surface fires compared to what Richie's bold young cock was unearthing from her. Richie was digging all the way down to Joan's soul. He was making her cast aside all her resentments, all her inhibitions. He was sharing the storehouse of Joan Carter's primal passion.

The way she was moaning and undulating under him, Mrs. Carter was making Ellen look like a frigid kid. Richie's cock swelled with pride as he realized he was actually doing what he had set out to do.

He was screwing Mrs. Carter! He was pleasing her so much that she could not contain her excitement. She was ranting and raving like a lunatic, yet her clinging pussy reassured the boy that she was screaming because of him.

It amazed Richie that he was still holding on against the incredible tug of her tight cunt. Despite all the temptation to spill his hot cum-load into her pussy, he kept right on screwing her. Right on filling her with his inciting pleasure.

The boy had fallen into screwing with unexpected swiftness. One early morning visit had transformed his entire outlook on the world. Richie had thought a blowjob from Mrs. Carter had been something! And it had been! But the thrill of filling her with lunge after lunge of stiff cock and having her moaning for more of it gave the boy a sense of power that nothing else ever had. He was totally in charge here. The woman was on the receiving end, totally dependent on whatever he decided to give her. It was his cock and its relentless pace that was flooding her with the awesome joy that made her moan! His cock was getting its first taste of wet pussy, and Mrs. Carter's responsive cunt was telling him that he was doing well. It made his cock throb to hear her cry for more of him.

Richie thought he knew now what it was to be a man. He would no longer feel inferior to Billy who had his blonde-haired girl friend to keep him busy. He would not tell Billy about Mrs. Carter. That would be his secret, his and Mrs. Carter's. He would just know more about how it was with Billy and Ellen. When Billy told him his wide-eyed boasting stories, he could just smile and say nothing. It made him smile now to think what Billy would say if he knew what Richie was doing. Richie knew his friend well enough to realize Billy was more interested in Ellen's body than her companionship. There was no doubt in the younger boy's mind that Billy would sell his soul to sink his cock into Mrs. Carter's pussy.

But he would never have the chance! Not if Richie had anything to say about it! He was not about to share a prize like Mrs. Carter. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever met! Her hot steaming cunt made him feel better than he had ever felt in his whole life! The moaning squirming brunette had just become the center of Richie's existence. He could imagine himself screwing her taut responsive pussy forever!

But there is no such thing as 'forever' where throbbing cock is concerned. Sooner or later, the surging load in a man's heavy-laden balls has to win out. In Richie, the urge to cum was getting more and more intense. He looked down at the fierce concentration in the woman's face. She was staring over Richie's shoulder, but the boy sensed that all she was seeing was contained within her clasping cunt. Her pussy-muscles clenched around his cock and he felt the pressure in his testicles grow unbearable. He bit cruelly into his lip, trying to hold on. Just at the moment when he realized he could not, he realized he did not have to. Mrs. Carter was cumming!

The blast that burst from his cock was like nothing the boy had ever experienced. Even the cum Mrs. Carter had pulled from his balls with her mouth had not been so intense. He felt like he was cumming and cumming… as if he was spilling all of himself into Mrs. Carter's greedy cunt.

At last, though, he realized the geyser had stopped flowing. Mrs. Carter was cooing peacefully beneath him. A mellow smile relaxed the mouth that a moment ago had been taut with orgasmic reflex. Richie too relaxed. He coiled himself comfortably around the half-conscious woman and closed his eyes. Within moments, he was asleep. He had never experienced a pleasure so blissful as that of falling asleep with his arms around a beautiful naked woman.