Joan Kelly - Hungry for boys

"You know… I don't know how to feel either." I laughed, put my fingers against his cheek. "I'm glad you came in."

I touched his cock again, pushed the foreskin all the way back. The hunger in my belly was not for food. I could smell the come smears, smell the sexy musk of Lorrie's cunt on Warren's prick. The dark, the dim sensual shadows of the time and place… I knew I was taking chances I'd never taken before. Just sitting naked on a bed with two males was enough to make my skin burn. And the more I fed my desires, the more I wanted.

"I hope Todd doesn't come back…"

"Naw," Warren said. "He stays up by the lake at least two nights when he goes. It's a long walk." He chuckled, as if at what his older brother, half brother, was missing. I wondered if I would be fucking Todd too before the week was out… then immediately I felt ashamed at my fearless appetite.

All the hip, cool things I'd done in my life seemed like folly compared to what I was letting happen now. And I guess I was starting to get a little frightened. Warren touched my belly, curled his fingers under my cuntmound and pressed until I heard the wetness of a finger divide my cuntlips. I rose on the bed, gasped.

"Ohhhh… what do you want me…" My head flopped to one side. Warren kissed me with obvious pleasure at my weak and giddy condition. It was so strange, this change within me… this subtle change I felt as I lost control. Control. I'd always wanted it. But I was losing it now. Or did I really care? I let Warren cradle me back in his arms, wet my face with adolescent kisses.

Keith made sounds of waking but he turned half over and slipped back into shallow sleep. The room, our bodies seemed strange and yet so familiar. Wordlessly he caressed, arranged our bodies against one another until I was on my hands and knees, pulled there I dimly realized. Warren had turned me over, brought me to my knees.

His fingers played against the insides of my thighs, touched my scorpion. The inner lips of my cunt were swollen out. As Warren touched them, they wet his knuckles. I supported myself like a mare waiting to be mounted. Warren's thighs were close to my own, his knees touched the sides of mine. I widened my cunt for him. My pussylips peeled open and I felt the glossy head of his cock fucking into my juicy tissues.

"Uhhh… Warren… maybe you better put on a rubber."

"What," he breathed, kissing, touching, fucking me with the first two inches of his steaming hard prick.

My mouth opened, closed again. Wordless. Rubber, a rubber would keep me from… I sucked a breath, blew it out. The muscles around my cunt expanded back from the streamline shape of his exposed glans. I felt the wrinkled collar of his foreskin where it was forced back. His cock was inside me deeper now, fucking slowly as the cuntjuice seeped slickly from my tender parts.

Pregnant. Didn't want to get… My teeth clicked together. I pinched my bottom lip, let my head droop between my arms as I strained to hold myself up. Come! Hot come! It felt so good knowing that there was nothing to restrain it, nothing to keep his come from jetting inside. Slick and stringy come. I'd had a little in my mouth.

Accident of course. But I realized I'd always had a fear of it. And didn't now. Now I only wanted to learn more about semen. The sticky rub of seed between thumb and finger, the odd flat taste, the starchy way it dried on my thighs. Pregnant. Did I even care? How could I not care?

Warren's cock stabbed deep. I felt the swing of his balls with my fingers, almost crumpled forward and had to catch myself again. No, I didn't care. Keith had put his come into my pussy and now I wanted Warren's.

Keith stirred again, rolled over onto his back. So close. The lovely dark room, our bodies just smears of whiteness. I shifted sideways until my arms formed an arch over Keith's body. It was like being drunk though I had had no alcohol. Drunk with realization. The surprise of seeing how good it was to be one of three naked people on a bed. And though I had never dug orgy scenes, I told myself that this was different. We were all children, playing. I felt as young as Lorrie now, with the refined senses of my twenty-eight years. The best of both worlds.

"Wha's going on?" Keith rubbed a fist against one eye, blinked.

I dropped down over him, dropped onto elbows. "Shhh, I'm going to do something nice to you." Warren muffled a short laugh. He was holding himself still, or frying to. In the dark I thought I saw Keith frown.

"That Warren?"

"Yeah," I kissed his belly. "We're all just playing…"

Keith stirred, tried to sit up. I pushed him down. It was more comfortable now with the weight off my arms. And I could smell my own dried cuntjuices on Keith's limp cock. I cradled the soft prick in my fingers and kissed it.

Keith stopped stirring. He was holding his breath. I didn't know how two boys might feel about what had magically begun to happen. I didn't know how I felt about it. I just liked it so far. Warren's cock left my pussy, all but the tip. Then he smoothly jammed it forward, up, up, up into my cunt. It wasn't a big cock, but it filled me. It made me know I was a woman and that a male was mounted behind. Our juice-slicked parts melded with lovely wet sounds.

"Is Warren…?" It was Keith again. "Is he… fucking you?"

"Shhh," I breathed, touching the tip of my tongue against the underside of his thickening cockshaft. "It's gonna be fun."

Keith grunted, obviously still sleepy. But his cock was erecting under my subtle licks. Wetting his prick heightened the musky aroma of our previous fucking so I wet it some more. In the dim star-glitter from the window I could see the glossy mess I was making. Now even his balls were becoming drenched with my spit.

"Ohhhh wow! Keep sucking on my cock!" Keith gasped.

I held his cock between my thumb and first finger. The tip sagged over to one hide but with each beat of his heart, his cock began to straighten before my eyes. I opened my lips and took it in, shaft, balls and all.

Keith went rigid, then trembled all over. He widened his thighs, an instinctive reaction I thought as I juggled his balls with the tip of my tongue. I held my mouth over his prick and balls until his cock had hardened enough to spear towards my throat. Not wanting to gag, I took my lips away, got a breath and then circled just his swelling crown. My tongue moved, lapping the underside of his sweet cockmeat until it grew rigid and hot. I gently jacked the skin behind the tip as I sucked.

Warren had his hands on my hips now so he could keep my pussy from moving away. He shoved his prick deep, slipped slowly out and shoved deep again. A steady, unhurried fuck rhythm. His cock was very hard. I could feel it gouge the walls of my pussy. My cunt was tightened by my position and, when his prick was as deep as he could go, my pussy became even tighter.

I shifted slightly, and Keith bent his knees up until my mouth worked between the slender walls of his thighs. He put a foot up over my back, then the other. The sensation of being captured against him, my mouth on his cock, was exciting me to madness. I slurped ravenously over the hot meat. It wasn't hard to take his cock very deep into my mouth. I could still almost take him balls and all because his cock wasn't as long as a man's prick would be. But I found that what he liked best was for me to bob my head up and down very fast, then stop and flutter my tongue tip against the sensitive glans.

Keith's cockhead was much larger than the slender shaft of his cock. It flared out like a mushroom, and I could lick underneath the tumid, hot flesh. Lick and suck until his ass lurched from the bed and I had to bob up and down again. Keith crossed his ankles over my back and squeezed his thighs against my ears. He squeezed more, moaning deep in his throat. I was half aware of what my position was, my helplessness. And when his fingers wound themselves deep in my long hair, I knew I was a prisoner.