Janet McCoy - 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.