The boy sighed in frustration. There were so many things he wanted to know. And he wanted to know them all right now! His mother had been telling him forever that he would just have to wait until he grew up. But he was beginning to wonder if he had to accept his mother's unsatisfying pronouncement. After all, by that criterion he could never have expected to get to watch a woman shoving her fingers into her cunt only one month after his fifteenth birthday! The unexpected discovery made him greedy for more knowledge, for more good luck, for the feel of hot cunt on his pulsing cock!

His thoughts were interrupted by sudden turmoil in the living room. The woman writhed even more fitfully than before, though Richie would not have thought it possible. She lunged her ass fiercely up off the couch. She held it that way, with her fingers buried deep inside her pussy. Her own words told him she was cumming. "Yesssss! Oh, God, yes! Yesssss!"

Richie could feel the moment of climax getting closer for him too. Just a few more strokes of his cock and he would feel the release and the sticky hotness in his hand.

But Richie did not get his chance to join Mrs. Carter in orgasm. A burst of headlights told him a truck had just come over the sand dune and was heading down to this very house. There was nowhere else it could be going this far out. Richie had to stuff his cock back into his pants and flee. He did not want to be caught outside the strange lady's house in his condition. His climax was going to have to wait until later!

CHAPTER THREE

Exhausted both by the amount of wine she had drunk and by the force of her orgasm, Joan responded slowly to the loud pounding in her ears. When she realized that the sound was not inside her own head… that there was actually someone at the door… she panicked.

There was no time to consider whether or not she was in any condition to receive visitors. She scrambled for a light and turned it on. Her panties had fallen on the rug when she kicked them off. Deciding there was not time to fool around with them, she pushed them underneath the couch. She hid the evidence of her wine glass and a nearly empty bottle of wine inside a cupboard and hurried to the door. The pounding was still as loud as ever.