Joan Kelly - Hungry for boys

"Shelby… I'm…"

Warren's words seemed to burst in my ears as I licked my lips before kissing the end of his cock. I kissed harder, letting my tongue scrape the tender engorged surface of his cock. I could feel his prick swelling in my hand. His sac loosened from our combined heat, his balls were heavier against my fingers. I played with the tender ovals, squeezed one tenderly and brought my lips down to caress it through the skin of his hairy scrotum.

"Ohhhh, God…"

His hips tried to plunge, stopped when I brought my tongue slowly up his length. His cock wasn't more than five inches long, but heavy as it bobbed against my cheek. I captured it and for the first time rounded my lips into a tight O and slipped them down around the hot head of his prick.

The new sensation dizzied me. For a moment I had to let my mouth rest there, the ridged crown of his cock just inside the sharp line of my teeth. I caught my breath, quieted my thundering heart. I extended my trembling tongue against the puffed glans and brought it quickly back. The next time I licked, I had the courage to push my mouth down further. Two inches of Warren's cock was now in my mouth. I swallowed my frothy spit, licked, lowered my head more. Dizzy again.

I was panting as fast as poor Warren! His fingers tangled clumsily in my hair, fell weakly away.

I licked forward and back, catching a rhythm from his contracting ass muscles and giving it back to him. As I moved my tongue back into my mouth each time a suction formed, his cock swelled in time to my movements. I brushed his glans again and felt the bulging vein of his cometube. Spit drooled from the corners of my mouth.

I could hardly believe how much I was enjoying the fullness, the slender hardness of Warren's cock in my mouth. I felt like a novice cocksucker. Bruce had wanted me to go down on him and I had always refused. Now I was ecstatic in having found this new pleasure. I wanted to try variations, learn what made Warren the more excited.

Slick juice dripped from my cunt, but I was too intent on sucking that sweet prick to bother with my own pleasure right now. I tried bobbing my head up and down. It was hard to do gracefully at first, but I quickly learned how to keep the angle of my mouth so it would match the jut of Warren's cock.

My spit trickled down onto his balls and I squished it around with my fingers. His balls jiggled inside the sac. Yes, he would come if I kept sucking his cock like I was. Did I want to fuck him first? Did I want him inside my pussy? The burning realization increased my fires. I tensed the muscles in my ass, felt my cunt contract, wanting to be filled with hot cock. Without thinking about it, I fluttered my tongue tip over the tumid edge of his glans.

The soury, slightly flat taste that came into my mouth shocked me. I had tasted Scott's come on my fingers, but now the aroma of jizz assaulted my senses. As I pulled back, a jet of Warren's semen shot against my tongue. His hips thrust up to find my mouth again, but I couldn't make myself suck his jizz, swallow it. I felt wrong inside for not being able to finish what I'd started, but I couldn't.

I circled my fingers around his taut cock instead and moved the foreskin up and down around the swelled, turgid head. Hat shots of come arced onto Warren's flat belly. Some come dribbled thickly down my fingers, down his thigh, spotting the bed. Then only tiny eruptions came. His cock glistened slickly and the aroma of semen came sharply to my nose. I didn't know whether I liked it or not. But I did know that it excited me.

"Guess I kind of goofed," I said, resting my body against his.

He was smiling faintly, still breathing hard. "God that was like nothing I've ever felt before." His shyness was tempered with the excitement I'd brought to his body. "I should have said something. I guess… I mean, I didn't really want to… do it in your…" Shyness won out. He swallowed, tried to wet dry lips.

"Hey, it's okay. Maybe next time it won't matter."

He looked at me. The light in the room was that of early morning and Warren seemed dazed. As if he'd been dreaming and expected to wake up at any moment.

"I don't believe this. I swear to Jesus, I don't." I hugged him. "When you rest a little, you might…" I was catching his shyness, "…touch me on my… cunt."

Warren's hands went to my pussy eagerly. He fumbled between the soaked folds of my cuntlips, fumbling… not quite in the right place.

"More to the front, honey… more. That's better!" I could feel him frown against my tit as he concentrated. "Feel that little bump?"

"Here…"

"Ohhh, wow! Yes!" I clenched his shoulder, sunk my fingernails into the white plane of his chest. "You're a fast learner," I gasped.

We lay side by side as Warren stroked my clit with his finger. I was already close, the cocksucking had done that much. And now I felt myself moving quickly, maybe too quickly, towards my orgasm.

"Warren… stop far a second…" I gasped for breath. "I want to enjoy this."

"You feel so good next to me… I just didn't know how soft a girl could be…" He shut up, afraid that he was sounding stupid.

"You feel good next to me too!" I kissed him sloppily on the mouth.

"I don't believe this…" he mumbled, fingers swimming through my slick cunt again.

My clit pulsed against his touch. Damn it, things were coming fast again, but I couldn't keep making him stop. He wanted so much to please me. I held tight to his shoulders, then began to inch my body up over his. Warren let me, not acknowledging that there was anything funny about it.

I acted like I was out of my head with passion… it was very easy to do since every rub of his fingertip sent furious storms of joy through my body. My feverish pussy was flooded with juice. I could hear the wet sounds as he fingered my cunt. I was on top of Warren's slender body now, pumping my cuntmound up and down against his hand. I could feel his cock too, still limp and damp with dried spit and come. My tits were flattened against him, I rocked and wiggled as the ecstasy overtook me.

"Ohhhh no! Oh Goddamn!"

My cunt felt terribly swollen, wonderfully abused. I clutched Warren's back. My mouth opened over his and I drove my tongue almost into his throat.

Warren clutched one cheek of my ass. The warmth of his hand was all I needed. As he fingered my cunt, I jerked from the first ravishing thrill, cried out as the second shiver spiked through my body. My ass writhed in a convulsive, wild way. I tried not to bite Warren's lips, bit them anyway and quickly tried to kiss away the hurt, babbling like a crazy the whole time.

"Ohhhh, Warren… sweet, strong baby… keep fingering my cunt!"

Warren was obviously over his head. I knew he had never had a girl who came on like I did… I just knew. I tasted blood, truly hoped that it was mine. My hips continued to fuck against his hand until I had rubbed every bit of goodness from my body. Then I collapsed my weight upon slender, Warren. I felt truly fucked, dazed, wonderfully weak. And some day… the next time I wanted his cock in my pussy! That pretty prick I had almost had courage to suck the come out of.

I slipped to Warren's warm side and we slept. Once I was conscious of him hugging my back, aware of the rigid bulge of his cock. But I drifted off again, dreaming misty dreams of our night together.

The sun was hot through the window when my eyes blinked open. Todd's voice from the kitchen almost panicked me. I pushed up on elbows, swung my feet to the floor, Warren was gone. Thank God, no one had caught him in bed with me… or had they?

Laughter from down the hall. It was an idiotic fear, but I couldn't help wonder if my shy lover was telling all to his half brother.

"You are really wired, Shelby!" I said to the minor as I quickly brushed my hair. I found my gasses, wiped them clean and took another look around the room. A white smear of dried come spotted the sheet. I pulled a blanket over it, my blanket. Warren had taken his. That made me feel better too.