Joan Kelly: Hungry for boys

"I didn't know they'd be so… soft!" He was peeking now.

"You can look if you want…"

I watched the realization spread over his face, the knowledge that he had his fingers and eyes on my naked breasts. Both warm hands touched my tits now, fondling, petting. Billy licked his chapped lips. I rested my fingertips on the waist of his trunks. His half-smile fled, he pulled his hands back.

"Okay, maybe I was rushing things." My laugh was too frenzied. "Why don't you lay on the bed and I'll just no a little strip for you."

"Strip?"

"No questions, please." I pushed him backward until his calves bumped the mattress and he plopped down. I could see the bump in his trunks, wanted to see so much more. For a second or two an image flashed through my head, an image of Billy with his wrists tied to the bedposts, his ankles too. And as he struggled, whimpering, I bent over him, took his cock inside my mouth…

"What's wrong?" Billy looked like he was about to bolt from the room.

"Nothing… nothing at all." I wanted to jump him now, to devour his sweet prick. "Watch!"

I did a little dance, a turn, then stopped with my feet apart, hands over my head. Billy had relaxed again. As gracefully as I could, I undid the strings over each hip. The crotchpiece of my bikini loosened from my pubes, I felt the dampness cooling there in my curls. Would my cunt scare him? A soft brown triangle hid the beginning of my cleft and fringed the outer lips of my cunt.

"Would you like to take it off?" I walked around the bed, holding the string up. The loose friction of the bikini against my ass, that state of being almost undressed was devastating to my nerves. I sat on the bed, lay back. The bikini had slipped enough to show the kinky brown hairs underneath. "Come on…"

I took his hand like before, but this time made him grasp the material of my suit. He edged it down. The damp thing peeled away from my pussy and I had to stretch to relieve the tension. As I brought one knee up, my cuntlips parted. Billy was staring at the darkish inner membranes of my cunt. He was excited! I knew he was!

"Oh God," he breathed, so lightly that I hardly heard it. As he looked at my juicy cunt, I touched his arm, his chest. Then I pushed myself up to kiss his cheek.

We rested beside each other, hugging. I wanted to ravage this sweet animal but forced myself to let him think he was using his own initiative. It was tricky. He didn't have much initiative.

"Billy?"

"Huh?"

"Can I…?" I insinuated a finger under the elastic band of his trunks, began to pry them downwards. Billy said nothing but went on pressing his chest against the softness of my breasts and the hardness of my aroused nipples. My finger dove deeper against the smooth skin of his abdomen, lower… I felt stiff hair, the top of his prick and then the hot, stiff shaft.

I curled my fingers around his cock. The tight-shriveled sac at the base warmed my palm.

Billy grunted deep in his throat and rocked his pelvis. Slyly I pried his trunks on down around his thighs. Slowly I began to jack the skin of his cock up… up against the small, flared crown and fuck again.

The light in the room changed as the sun went behind a cloud. Billy lay fully on his back, arms at his sides. I rose to my knees and inched the trunks down and off over his ankles. He let me part his legs then, part them wide. The more I urged his knees apart, the wilder grew the heat in my pussy. I felt hot juice spill out to moisten my cunt hair. I pushed Billy's knees apart until his crotch yawned at me, his sweet white cock resting to one side. His prick pulsed there, teasing me.

"Shelby?"

"Yes, honey?"

"I feel funny. Awful funny…"

"That's the way you're supposed to feel. I feel funny too."

"But… what are you going to do?" He looked at me with puppy eyes.

"Make you feel good." I smiled, petted his heaving belly. The slender white prick jumped at his crotch. It wasn't big, not more than five inches anyway and not so thick as a grown man's cock. I scraped my nails up the insides of his spread thighs, lowered my head down until I could smell the fresh musk of his cock and balls. He had hardly any hair at all around his prick and balls. The wrinkled scrotum was pink and appetizing. As I continued to tickle the skin around his crotch, I kissed his belly, kissed down so he would know what I intended.

Billy tensed. I slid my tongue out, touched it to the hot, tight skin at the base of his cock, licked slowly upwards until I'd made a spit-soaked trough for his lovely organ to rest in. Then more gently than ever, I brought my upper lip up, over, sucking his prick and balls inside.

"Ohhhh… G-g-god!"

I shoved my tongue back and forth against the hot underside of his cock, finally letting go of his balls for fear of hurting him. The old male fear of castration and all that. Billy seemed relieved. His breathing deepened and I felt a hand graze against my hair.

I was too excited to concentrate on just one part of Billy's wonderful body. I wanted all of him at once, lips, cock, ass…

"Let's hug some more…" I lowered my body against his, felt his legs circle my thighs and squeeze. I was trying not to press too hard against his balls. He seemed so delicate sometimes, so breakable. He opened his eyes and tried to smile.

"I don't think my mom would like me doing this."

"You probably do a lot of things she doesn't like. Isn't that right?"

He curled his lips. "Yeah, guess so."

"Would you like to fuck me, Billy?" No answer. "It's all right with me, if you want to?" He dropped his eyes, looked up again… too shy to say anything. "Come on, you want to, don't you?"

"I… don't know how. I never did it with any…" His cheeks colored and I kissed each one.

"I'll show you. We have all afternoon." I rolled onto my back and parted my legs. Billy looked at me like I was crazy. "Look down between my thighs… go on!"

He moved down until I could feel his stiff cock against my knee. He was looking at my pubic tangle, avoiding the glistening meat of my open cunt. I opened my pussy some more, felt the petals come unstuck from each other and bloom with blood.

"Haven't you ever touched a girl… here?" I pushed one of his fingers into my hot pussy. He tried a smile.

"Yeah, sure. Once or twice maybe." He was moving by himself now and I could hear the wet sound of my lips as his finger pushed the folds of my cunt apart and gouged deeper.

"Ohhh! Right there… that's my clit! When you touch that in just the right way it makes a girl go nutty." Billy touched, hoping to do it right. "Oooouch, not quite so hard, baby." I was sitting up watching his progress.

Billy tried again, petted very gently over the hooded nubbin of bunched nerve endings and soppy tissue. My hot clit grew hotter, was bathed in a fresh flood of blood from the surrounding meat. I sucked a shuddering lungful of air, closed my thighs slightly until the tickling petals closed around his fingers.

"That's it… up and down… Uuuhhh Billy!" His other fingers had strayed into my cunt. The sliding wet sounds increased and I took his other hand and pressed it down against one of my breasts, made him pinch the nipple. My pelvis had begun to rock against the consuming tickle of his finger-fuck. I could feel the pleasure building in my pussy.

"Oh, I want you to fuck me!" I whispered hotly into his ear, pulling him up, up over me until his cock grazed my open thigh, touched the dewy tendrils of my cunthair. I found his prick with shaking fingers and jacked the cockskin as I opened my cuntlips and pressed the flared tip of his cock against the steamy circle of my clenched hole. I tightened my cuntlips, making the muscles purse around his taut glans. Billy had begun an instinctive pumping motion, awkward in a sweet, childish way. No matter how awkward, it excited me, thrilled me more than my old man Bruce had ever done. I cupped my palms over his hard little buttocks, dug fingers into the white flesh.