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.