Joan Kelly - Hungry for boys

I let the rubber touch my lips, my cheeks. Warren slept soundly as I looked at the milky strings of his come through the wet texture of the rubber. Ideas streaked through my mind… crazy ideas. Still clenching the mouth of the condom closed, I began to rub my cunt. A finger against the outer lips at first, teasing my cuntlips until they became puffier. The hot blood rushed to the sensitive membranes, and I could sense my increasing heat.

I'd already been hot, very hot when Warren was fucking me, but he hadn't been able to hang on quite long enough. My fingers quickly brushed the old fire up from ashes. I surrounded my steamy clit on both sides and gouged gently up and down… the sides of my knuckles petting the super-sensitive flesh.

I groaned under my breath and snaked my long body on the bed. I parted my legs, drew knees up against my tits and them stretched them back away from each other until my pussy was completely open to my hands. The slippery honey dribbled wetly as I probed into my cunt with my two middle fingers. I had long fingers and I could reach far enough in to almost make it feel like a cock. Gasping, I tossed my ass up and down, petted my clit, finger-fucked my hole as the juices rolled hotly down the tingling skin of my ass, dampening my asshole.

The rubber dangled dangerously near, still pinched between thumb and first finger of one hand. I felt its baggy fullness as it brushed against my inner thigh. With my pussy forced so wide, a little semen spill might mean disaster. Especially since I knew this was the hottest three or four days in my cycle.

But I wasn't going to spill it. I had other plans. And it was about time to push myself over that sensuous line of crazy madness where nothing matters but the scratching of the itch in my cunt.

I brought the rubber up over my belly, letting it drag against my skin. With my other hand, I kept fingering my slick pussylips and, as I tickled a fingertip over the engorged tip of my clit, I upended the full rubber over my tits and belly.

Warren's come plopped out in still-warm drops and spread. My ruffled pussy thrilled suddenly. The smell, the slippery feel of Warren's jizz as I rubbed it into my skin with a trembling palm. Deep inside, my pussy spasmed in contraction. The finger that was halfway into my cunt was clenched by strong muscles and I felt a tiny sucking pressure.

I tossed my head back and forth on the pillow. The semen was drying cool on my breasts, but there was enough left for me to cover my belly… the sharp jutting bones of my pelvis. I gasped as the throes of orgasm overtook my body. Some of the thick drops of come glistened in the curls of my cuntmound. I was rolling around like crazy, thrusting viciously with my hips.

I felt my hand stray lower, slickened with what was left of the come. Before I could stop, I was rubbing the milky stuff against my clit. I came with a sharp cry. The sensations were sharp and frenzied. My ass raged on the mattress, my heels pawed the air. But I had sense enough to keep from plunging my come-stained hands up into my cunt… thank Jesus, I had stopped…

With the blistering itch still raking my senses, I rolled against Warren and clamped a thigh over one of his. Pumping the last tingles of joy out against his flesh gave me an unexpected warmth. I kissed his shoulder as he frowned and mumbled. I rested for a while, head swimming with the effects of my dying thrill… finally I was strong enough to go to the bathroom and wash up.

Carefully I washed the come from the folds around my clitoris and patted dry with a towel. More juice rushed in to bathe the tortured parts. I brushed my hair.

"Okay Shelby, now what?" My words echoed against the tiled walls. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to have an ordinary, civilized date. Civilized! Hah, that was another one of those shitty words. Overused. It didn't mean a damn. Wasn't being happy, being civilized? And being happy meant having those people around you happy too, right? But I was too caught up in things, too close to my bodily pleasures to think objectively about it anymore. I only knew I had stumbled into some lovely garden… a big rock candy mountain of pleasures. And I didn't want to find the exit… not yet.

I slipped into fresh panties, a pair of hiphuggers and a loose blouse. Then I got a beer from the refrigerator to calm my nerves. I unlocked the shop for what customers the afternoon might bring.

I drank the beer, got another. I didn't give quite so much of a damn now. I was thinking of Warren again, and oddly enough, of Scott. What might he be doing back in Albuquerque… thinking of me? He'd been so hot, so eager. And so clumsy too. But I had learned to be excited by that clumsiness in boys… excited by it far more than I'd ever thought possible. Even with Warren's hurried fuck I had almost made it with him, almost come. The memory of his jizz falling thickly onto me from the rubber made a chill go up my legs.

When the cowbell above the door rattled, it scared me.

"Hi, Shelby. You met me last night, remember?"

It was Lorrie's tan face. She had her hands in the pockets of her cut-off jeans and was barefoot. Her hair looked just as stringy as it had the day before.

"Oh, sure. I thought you were going camping with Todd."

"Yeah, he wanted me to, but my dad's coming home tonight and I'm supposed to be there for supper." She sat on the edge of a scarred campaign chest and glanced around the shop. "I don't like to hang around home much so I thought I'd come down here."

"What does your father do?" I studied her grey eyes.

"Nothing." She looked like she didn't give a damn about this part of her life. "He says he buys and sells things. He bartends sometimes." She shrugged again. "Most of the time though he's gone. That's fine with me." She rubbed a hand under her loose shirt. I saw that her belly was as tan as her face.

"How long have you known Todd?"

"Couple of years I guess." She tilted her head. "Just when he comes up during the summer though. Maurice, his dad, is real nice."

She seemed so unconcerned about anything but what she could see or touch at any given moment. It was none of my damn business. But I had fired up my curiosity now.

Her eyes bored into mine until I blinked. Hard little bitch. And I liked her already.

"That's cool. I was getting fucked when I was your age too." Lorrie seemed surprised by this little secret. She brushed her stringy hair back with both hands, considered me. Then a smile broke at the corners of her mouth and spread.

"Hey, I know something else about you too."

"Oh?" Fighting a little twinge of fear in my gut. I never liked surprises much.

"Last night…" Lorrie licked her upper lip, smile turned sly now, "…Warren wasn't in the kitchen all the time."

I swallowed, tried to hide my shock with a drink of beer but found my can empty. "What makes you think that?" I always felt dumb trying to lie out of a situation, but I didn't know Lorrie well enough to trust her.

"Oh, don't worry." She got up and walked around to where the antique plates were arrayed on a shelf. "I think it's kind of neat myself." My hands were trembling a little. Cool Shelby having a hard time being cool. I laughed at my own image as it tarnished before my very eyes.

"Does he fuck good?" Lorrie's eyes again, point blank. She had me dead to rights. I forgot my lies, laughed again.

"I guess I should say that's a personal matter." My smile let her know I wouldn't keep playing games. "He was okay… I mean we had a good…" I shook my head. It was hard to out cool this little slut.

Lorrie sat down on the trunk again. She scratched at her thigh, looked up at me finally.

"Todd isn't so hot. I wish he liked to just play around more, you know. Hug. Kiss. Kind of play with…" It was her turn to backtrack a foot or two, "…just play around."