Joan Kelly - Hungry for boys

"Sorry, but I think you better use this." He picked it up, discovered how to tear the package open.

"Oh sure."

His casualness was a little shaky. And sure enough, when he skinned his own underwear and sat back on the bed, I knew he didn't know a damned thing about rubbers.

"Sweetheart, you don't unroll it first." I smothered his embarrassment against my tits, kissed his blond hair.

"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus," he mumbled. I couldn't get him to look at me.

"Come on… I don't give a damn whether you know how to put a rubber on or not… look."

I returned the rubber to its doughnut shape and put the lubricated membrane over the tip of his cock. The dark blue color of his glans came through a slightly lighter shade. "Now you just roll it down…" The rubber snugged tight behind the blood-filled crown and I smoothed it down his cockshaft. "See?"

Warren watched me roll the rubber down on his cock. The oily membrane clasped his hot meat, made another flood of juice from my cunt bathe the sheet. He touched the rubber, finally dared to look up at me.

We kissed and I lay back on the bed. Warren wrestled himself between my legs and started to push his cock against my pussy. I wanted to stop him, to make him kiss my tits, to hug a little bit first, but I decided it was not the time to teach foreplay. The hang-up with the rubber was bad enough. He was a virgin, after all. I didn't want to wilt his cock completely.

"Warren honey… no, your prick's still too high." He was reddening again, but I was gentle with my guidance. "Don't hurry so much, you'll find my cunt… Ohhh, see, I knew you would!" He rested his slender body over me. As we kissed, as I drew his tongue between my teeth, Warren began to fuck.

"You're so hot outside… I didn't know a woman's thing would be so hot…"

I closed my eyes. Warren had put his cock in my cunt with one hurried shove, but even with the rush, the slap-slap of his belly on mine, I could feel the friction. The mouth of the rubber where it fit against the hilt of his cock was grinding against my clitoris. I opened my thighs, bent my knees up slowly… tilting my cuntmound to heighten the rubbing pressure.

He had a death lock around my middle with both arms, biting his lip like he had a habit of doing when his concentration was at its highest. I tried to get him to kiss me, but he was preoccupied with what was happening to his cock. My wet pussy drenched the rubber and Warren's balls. I patted his back, loved the hard smooth rounds of his narrow shoulders… let my palms ride the up and down of his hunching ass.

In spite of everything I felt the familiar sparkle around my loins. The ecstasy grew with each passing second, grew more focused, more thrilling. I began to rock my hips gently.

Warren had not varied his fuck rhythm, but I found that when I countered his thrusts, more juice seeped from the sleek velvet flesh of my cunt. Now I was wet enough to make our ticking noisy. Warren ticked faster. He panted hoarsely against my neck and shoulders. I dabbed sweat from his forehead with my lips, pushed my fingers harder against his hot ass until at last he stopped and I forced him up and under… deep as his cock could possibly reach. His body arched from the effort.

"Just stop like that," I breathed to him, surprised at my own excitement. How many times had I had a come with Bruce on top? Two? Maybe three? Wren's very innocence, his inexperience ruled out any comparison. I pressed my hands harder, cupping under the meat of his buttocks, closing down my pussy around his slender cock.

"I can feel you doing that!" Warren looked surprised. "How…"

I kissed him for an answer. He was fucking me again, a little slower now because I had captured some of his concentration with my tongue.

"I love the taste of your spit," I babbled. "Kiss me some more."

My knees were bent tightly now and I put a foot against his thigh and petted him. He was trying to fuck and kiss at the same time and getting the hang of it. I urged the rhythm slower with my pelvis, circling, drawing away from him… then shoving upwards to take him deep into my pussy and at the same time closing down the muscles of my cunt. The feverish tube of my pussy sucked at his sheathed cock that fucked me. I rolled my body against his movements and felt the tickle of my turgid nipples on his skin.

My legs had crossed behind his slender torso and I locked him against me, writhing under his slight weight. I hugged Warren to me, licked his face with a quivering tongue. It was there, that tingle that was becoming a dazzling ache. I rolled my hips against the ache. Swollen nubbins of my flesh squirmed slickly against his jabbing cock. I was dying to throw Warren over on the bed and mount him cruelly. To bite and press my weight down on him until his breath came out with a sigh of surrender.

But I held his face against my neck instead and clenched tight with my thighs. The sensation of his thin body bouncing and plunging between the softness of my limbs made me breathe his name. His back was rigid except where he moved to fuck me… the steady hunch against my cunt mound. Was I going to come? I gritted my teeth, catching the keen bite of pleasure at my crotch and squirming more life into it.

"Yes… oh yes!"

It was raging through my blood now.

"Shelby… Oh Jesus…!"

He jerked, stopped his in-and-out movement. He was a rock in my arms, not moving nor breathing. Then with a gasp he plunged his cock deep, again… fucking me hard. He moaned soft words – my name, my prettiness, all babbled and mixed up in the hotness of his mouth near mine.

He fucked frantically. His narrow ass trembling as he shoved his cock deep into my cunt. I slid hands around the backs of his thighs, between them, found his hot balls in their sac and pressed a fingertip against the convulsing lump of his prostate. I wanted to be a part of his joy, to let his joy catch mine and take me with him. But our rhythms had fallen out of sync. I cried out a broken word.

His cock jumped as the seed frothed and spurted into the stretched end of the rubber. I felt the hot semen coursing up through his cock and I fucked him hard as he grunted pleasure and let my lips suck his. Warren melted down into me, relaxed, moved slower. I pushed my disappointment away. He needed to fuck me like this. Next time… I kissed his ear.

"Did you like it?"

"Oh God. God, God, God!" He gouged his chin against my neck, made contented noises in his throat.

In a minute or two Warren was snoring softly, pillowed by my body. Gently I moved him off beside me. He'd been up most of the night before and I wanted him to rest. But as I looked at his graceful body, my own fever hung there to taunt me. My breath was still shallow, still feathery in my lungs.

I looked at Warren's cock, still shrinking against his thigh, the rubber wrinkling in folds now.

As I shifted on the bed, my cunt rubbed against itself, rubbed against my turgid clitoris. I couldn't get up and get dressed… just like that. I was really strung out now, dizzy with wanting what I hadn't quite found.

I touched the drying surface of the rubber, weighed the curved snake of Warren's cock in my palm. He slept soundly on. A new desire shook me. Something I'd never done before in my life. With hot fingers I managed to slip the wet rubber off his cock. It bagged heavily with the teaspoon or so of semen inside. I raised it to my nose, sniffed, pulled back, then sniffed again. Warren continued sleeping.

Following no particular plan, I lay down on the bed beside my lover and dangled the come-heavy rubber in front of my eyes. I was hot as hell. Every time I moved my thighs, a jolt of excitement made me suck air. I wondered what kind of baby Warren's come might make in my womb.

Maybe it was the risk a girl took whenever she let a man fuck her, his balls so dangerously close to her uterus. And what was in those balls only a hair-trigger away from spurting into her? I could imagine the swimmy little sperms fighting their way to the ovum. I'd seen some in a microscope once in a college biology class and remembered how their movements had affected me. After the class I'd gone to the girls' lavatory, locked myself in a stall and finger-fucked myself to happiness in less than five minutes.