Joan Kelly - Hungry for boys

Keith's fingers dug into the fleshy part of my ass. He was looking at the fierce creature, its stinger curled towards the damp well of my body.

"It won't bite." I laughed, ruffled his hair. I told him about my little pet before he asked a lot of dumb questions. Keith was still staring at it when I guided him down, made his lips wet the insides of my thighs.

I lay my head back, dropped arms to my sides. It was up to Keith now. My thighs were parted, my tender cunt exposed completely. A muscle in my calf twitched and sent a shiver up my thigh. I strained to part my pussy more. A surge of hot juice flooded out from deep within my pussy.

Keith was silent now that he was entranced with my cunt. Every girl is built differently down between her thighs. Like ears or noses, pussies can be full of curlicues or simply formed. My own cunt had rather small outer lips and larger inner ones. When I was hot, like I was now, the inner lips (which were usually tucked wetly out of sight) swelled enough to hang out of my cunt like glossy tongues. The touch of a finger when they were like that sent me into shivering spasms of pleasure. And with my thighs thrown apart, even more of their tender surfaces were exposed for play. And now Keith was beginning to play.

"Oh God, Keith honey, if you knew what that felt like…"

He was holding apart the blood-filled inner lips with his fingers while he licked wetly trough the entire length of my clit… starting at the bottom with the tip of his tongue and lapping it noisily up, up, until my clit was pushed back into its hood. The third time my clit didn't push back. It stood up against the pressure of his licking. Spit coursed down around it, wet my pubic thatch with dew.

I was afraid to move, afraid I might pull too far away from the lovely torture of his tongue… but my hips were guided by forces I couldn't control. They dipped and then plunged upwards again, wetting Keith's cheeks with the slick juice from my cunt.

Keith's hot and humid breath bathed my pussy. I writhed, knotted my fists against the sheet. I wanted to give him even more cunt to eat!

I grabbed my ankles with shaking hands and, pulling my knees almost straight, stretched back. My legs jabbed high above Keith's bobbing head. He nuzzled deeper into my oozing cunt. The sounds were sloppy, slurping sounds. Greedy little pig! I loved it! My pussy was getting eaten alive! It had been far, far too long since something so nice had happened.

"Baby, baaaby! Keep eating my cunt!" I gasped.

His strong hands were under my ass now as he wiggled his chin deep against the beginning of my hole and sucked. My clit and cuntlips were sucked between his teeth. He nibbled, too carefully really, but I understood his hesitation.

I tightened the pressure of my arms. My toes pointed high into the air, feet held there by my hooked fingers as I rocked gently under Keith's mouth. The grazing caresses of his tongue had already brought me very close. Now it was just a tease, a tease of my clit. Though he didn't know it, it would only take a steady rush of concentrated licking over my tender clit to bring me off. Another few seconds passed… took me closer to that one-way tunnel. I wanted it now! Couldn't wait!

"Honey… Keith… kiss me hard there, lick my pussy… Uhhhh!"

He was lapping my cunt like a dog in heat. The sloppy kissing made my back stiffen, already tense in the forced position I'd been holding. The mattress bounced, and I realized that I was doing it, my ass jumping against his teeth and tongue.

Keith had to know I was coming. I let my ankles go and scissored his head between my thighs. I felt his ears pressing into the warm flesh near my scorpion. My blistered clit burned like an ember against the friction of his sucking tongue.

I felt the tiny bumps that covered Keith's tongue… it felt like soft sandpaper. He raked its surface across my cuntlips again and again, until the jolts of intense pleasure expanded like ripples in a pond, coursing out through every nerve. I squirmed snakelike against the sheet under my back. I scratched nails across my tits, found a nipple and pinched it. The sucking noise of his lips against my pussy made me gasp and press inward with my ass.

I collapsed. Eyes closed, shoulders trembling. Done. Finished. It had been lovely. It had been the most excruciating joy I'd ever experienced from a man eating my cunt.

"You're good…" I tried to focus without my glasses.

Keith was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand on my hip. I thought he looked a little spaced. He was wiping his cheeks with the tail of his shirt. His cock jutted up from his crotch purply hard at the tip, white and long the rest of the way back. It seemed big for a kid his age. I knew he must be dying to fuck me.

"I never really ate pussy before," he said, voice so low I hardly heard him. He was alternately shy and not-so-shy. He had fallen into shyness now. He grinned at me, turning not-so-shy. "It got me pretty horny."

I ignored my weakness, sat up on the bed. I took his cock.

"Come on… you need to fuck me now, I'll bet."

"Guess I do."

He crawled between my legs. I felt the pressure of his stiff prick push aside the ravished tissues of my pussy, slip upwards past the tight opening and into the warm inner grip of my cunt. Folds of cuntflesh curved around his glans.

He held his weight up off me on his elbows, hands hooked over the backs of my shoulders. Gently he fucked in, pulled his cock back out, fucked in deeper than before. His exhaled breath was gaspy. It came against my neck in hot puffs. And I knew what had happened. Some men got really wired tight when they ate pussy. Especially if it was their first time. Keith was closer than I'd thought to coming. He shoved deep, pulled his cock back again and then started to fuck in quick short jabs.

"Keith honey… Oh, your cock's so big inside!" Whispers against his ear. I felt the effect immediately in his hardened grasp of my body, the more strident grind of his cock fucking my cunt.

"Ohhh Jeez!" he cried, coming.

His mouth floundered against my chin, hunting for a warm wet place to suck. I slithered my tongue between his lips. As he sucked, his ass bunched and spasmed.

I strained to feel the jetting jizz inside me, knew I should have made him put on a rubber. It was all too quick, all too passionate to think straight. Our teeth grated. Keith pulled wetly on my tongue, licking it with his own until he ground out the last squirt of his come and softened in my embrace.

I smoothed his back with my palms. It felt nice having him on me. I'd always hated a man's body crushing me, but now could feel nice things happening. The warm odors of Keith's body, the sweat of my breasts on his chest, his cock nestling cozily in my cunt. I closed my eyes and dozed.

It was dark in the room when the sound of the door awakened me. Coming up through spiraling fogs of sleep, I wiped my eyes, tried to focus on the vague, slender shape outlined for a moment in the light from the moon. The door closed and all I could see was shadows.

"Warren?" My hand touched a taut belly, warm from sleep… or from Lorrie. My knee brushed Keith, still sleeping nearby.

"Yeah, it's me," Warren whispered.

He knelt on the mattress, touched my shoulder. My own hand had accidentally slipped to his crotch and, as if nature planned it that way, my fingers curled around his cock. It was hot and hard.

"I can't see you."

"Lorrie got tired." Warren's blond hair brushed my cheek. "…and anyway I kept thinking about you in here."

I hugged him, kissed his shoulder. "Not jealous, are you?"

"I don't know how to feel." He gestured with a sigh at the room, at Keith, at my naked, hot body. Car lights flicked across the ceiling and away.