Joan Kelly - Hungry for boys

"Why don't you take off your glasses," Scott said. It was so crash barn out of the blue that I laughed as I peeled them off.

"Not sexy enough for you?" I brought my lips teasingly close to his.

"No, it's not that. I just was afraid we might break them."

"When you get rough?"

"Come on… I'm the student, remember?"

We kissed, the glasses forgotten. We kissed again and our pulses quickened together. My spit leaked into his mouth, down his chin. I twisted my teeth hard against his lips. We were caught up in our fucking now. I rolled my ass down hard against him and when I raked my boiling cunt up off of his hard cock, I clinched the ringed muscle like before, stripping his prick.

Scott grunted with pleasure and hugged my back. He felt my asscheeks, almost touched the tan knot of my asshole. The passing tickle of his fingers made me gasp for his lips again. I loved to kiss him now that he was taking time to kiss.

Scott raised his knees, dropped them flat again. I knew he wanted to turn over, but I was braced, I was in my fuck rhythm. I could almost time my come, could feel it way off at the end of a long tunnel, rushing headlong.

"My… nipples… Scott, please… suck my tits."

Scott sucked a nipple between his teeth and nibbled until I winced happily. His hips moved up from the ground and I fucked him, fucked the stiff cockshaft that fucked away the softness inside of my pussy. Framing Scott's face with my hands, I dug deep into his mouth with my tongue, fucking him with it, straining to reach his throat as the slick sounds of our fucking grew more frantic.

I couldn't seem to fuck fast enough. The rub of his lovely thick cock against my clit was fire on fire. Scott's fingers moved over my back, along the sides of my tits and under the soft droop of my belly to where my pussy was fucking his cock. I felt his touch there, shy again as he discovered the miracle of how we were fitted together, the wondrous wet stabbing of his prick as it fucked me over and over. I was coming! A quick, onrushing little tickle. Then close behind came the real come… the glory of what we'd been doing for the past half hour.

"Oh God, hold me tight, Scott honey! Oh Jesus!" I babbled, fucking my cunt viciously against the shelf of his pubic bone.

"Ahhhh… ohhhh… Sssscottt!"

It killed me slowly, torturously. The harder I tried to find that insane itch and put it out, the more intensely it raked my senses. The final burst of goodness left me tremblingly weak. I gasped for air against sweet Scott. I was so damned pleased with him, pleased with myself. It had been the best fuck I'd had in over a year. I tried to focus on Scott's eyes.

"You come, honey?"

"Naw. It's okay." He grinned. "I will."

I rested for a while in his arms, a little annoyed that he couldn't get off like I had. The old top and bottom hangup? So it seemed. Maybe I was being too idealistic. Dumbass romantic ideas of coming together. Oh well. Scott was making movements under me like he wanted to be top dog for a while. Though I shouldn't have been irritated, I was a little. I smiled through it, let him roll me over.

"Let me rest for a second, okay?" I flopped down on my stomach. Scott kissed my back, stroked my bottom. The sun felt good, my body felt good. I closed my eyes and thought of getting my sex life straightened out. Or was it straightened out… my sex life that is? There was a nagging fear that Scott would turn out to be trouble before it was all over. I felt guilty for having taken him this far down the yellow brick road. Shelby, the wicked witch of the East. I could only hope he didn't get crazy with this love thing. But I had enjoyed him.

I let myself remember his smooth, uncontrived expression as I had burst into the throes of my come. Shelby had fucked herself a boy. Maybe not ultimate, but still a nice fuck. Scott's hand had strayed over my sunwarmed ass and was playing in the moist meat of my cunt.

"Mmmmm," I protested, "it's tender."

He parted my knees, knelt behind me. My tits were flattened against the warm grass. I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable now that my senses were returning to normal. But Scott had his own come on his mind. He hooked fingers under my pelvis and lifted me until he could match the angle of my cunt to his cock. Well, well. The boy wonder was really striking out into new territory.

He was going to fuck me dog-style.

"Your cock still won't fit," I said, holding my laugh. "You have to get me higher."

"Well help a little, why don't you." Mad. The boy wonder had his balls full of hot come and he was mad. I scooted my knees forward in the grass, felt him probing my cunt with the tip of his cock. He found the slit of my cunt and his prick entered. I made sure his cock was good and deep and then eased back down on my belly. The damp grass was cool, tickled my navel. He fucked slowly, grasping my hips with fresh savagery. But I was exaggerating things… Scott was not the savage type. He was just fucking my cunt like he thought he should be kicking it.

"I never… I never fucked like this before…" His breath warmed my back. He moved my hair aside and kissed the nape of my neck.

"Like it?"

"It's tight. Your cunt's real tight oohhh…"

Hearing his pleasure made me ashamed. Come on Shelby, let the kid have a good come. You got yours after all. I arched my back, moved my pussy for him. His cock gouged the sensitive surfaces of my pussy, but I gritted my teeth and tried to make it good. Only a minute or so could have passed when Scott's hands clawed suddenly at the jutting hardness of my pelvic bones. He lifted me up onto my knees and crawled forward, dog-like to fuck me.

Scott was no taller than I was and I was surprised with the strong lunges of his fuck strokes. But I wasn't excited. I felt like crawling away from him, leaving the finish to his own imagination. Cruel, cruel Shelby Jean. How did I get so detached about things, so perverse? It was strange because at the same moment I was loving his fucking. The swing of his balls as he brought his ass under, up and in. Inside, yes in my pussy! The angle made his prick stretch my cunt, and I could feel a new tingling around the muscles of my sphincter where his cock pressed each time he shoved deep.

Scott growled sharply and pressed a hot cheek against my back. I was trying to hold his weight, but my arms had begun to tremble. His cock hardened, swelled deep in the folds of my pussy. The sensation was terribly exciting, and for a second I wondered if I might be able to catch him, come at the same time as he did.

He pulled his prick out slowly, then just as slowly shoved my cunt full again. I gasped. It was damn good fucking. He fucked me slow again, tantalizing me with that huge purple tip that by now seemed as if it were going to burst against my dripping cuntlips. But this time, when he put his prick in deep, I felt his ass muscles buck. He fucked in short, sharp jabs. I thought I felt the slick cockshaft pulsing against my cuntwalls as it unloaded hot cream.

"Ahhh… uhh," Scott groaned.

His hands were hurting my hips, but I remained silent. In a few more seconds I sensed the wilting of his prick inside me. His arms went slack. His head drooped even more heavily against my back. I let myself slide forward again into the wild grass and closed my eyes.

Scott pulled his prick free from the clinging suction of my pussy and knelt between my spread knees. A slimy droplet hit the back of my thigh and immediately cooled there. My own excitement was now suspended. I would have liked it better if we'd gone off together… this second fuck had me teased out of my mind.

I ground my teeth together and made a fucking motion with my mound down against the grassy earth. Scott was humming something… a bubblegum rock tune he'd been trying to work out on his guitar.