Joan Kelly - Hungry for boys

I guess I knew too that no man in the world could take much more cocksucking… not like I was doing it to Keith. But I went on. My mouth rippled and clung to the tip and shaft of his cock. I teased him with light, nibbling bites. My teeth sank gently into the spongy crown. Holding him like that, I tongued the tiny slit of his cock until he writhed, moaning. But all the while he clenched me ever tighter in the vise of his thighs.

The hard prick inside my pussy, the rhythmic fucking by Warren, had rubbed every nerve into excruciating, tingling life. And what made it better was my mouth around Keith's cock. To be filled and filled again. Pussy and mouth. Both overflowing with cock.

I bathed Keith's cock with hot spit, Warren with love-hot cuntjuice. The smacking sound of my mouth, Keith's musky odor, and the slick slurp of a cock in my cunt was bringing me higher every second.

I'd never done it this way before, never. I'd never even thought of trying it. It seemed like such a difficult thing to arrange, so clinical. People taking certain positions in a strange bedroom. It smacked of blue movies or swingers trying to prove their prowess. But Keith and Warren and I fucked and sucked together with hardly a word, and, as our bodies tensed, I felt a sharing. Each thrilling movement seemed to course through all our bodies as if we were wired magically together.

Warren was fucking me with growing lust. His lunges were vicious, wonderful feeling stabs and I pressed back against his cock when it went deep into my cunt. In seconds I felt the growing itch around my clitoris send fevered throbs through my whole body.

Wet, cock-slurred words bubbled at the corners of my mouth as my back arched with the first trembling rush of my orgasm. Warren heard me, knew I was coming and moaned too.

"…Shelby… love you… Uhh, Shelby!"

The shivering ecstasy of our coming together made me crazy with sucking. My mouth seemed to convulse like my pussy was doing, and I sucked at Keith's rigid prick in a frenzy. He writhed, pumped his hips up so that the cocktip tickled my throat. I wallowed over him. His glans raked my cheek, bulging it but on one side while my tongue raged against the tender undershaft.

My pussy contracted violently around Warren's cock. In his wild fucking, his prick slipped out of me for a second, long enough for a hot jet of semen to spurt across my belly. Steadying his frothing, ejaculating prick, he fucked me full again and I heard him gasp with relief as the next spurt boiled out into the hot folds of my pussy. I bucked my ass as another turbulent thrill racked my senses… coming, I was coming so good! Dying with dazzling shivers, I opened my jaws and took Keith's cock into my throat. A spurt of seed burst hotly, trickled across my tongue.

"Ahhh! Keep sucking, Shelby!"

It was instinct that made me try and pull away, the old fear I'd always had of swallowing a man's semen. Though I'd tasted it, even licked a little from the end of a male cock before taking my mouth away, I still wanted to jerk back. But Keith's thighs made that impossible. He clenched tighter, pulling my hair with both hands to keep me over him.

I was dizzy with what was happening. I was dizzy from the tingles of my own orgasm that still pulsed at my loins, dizzy from the slick jizz that leaked into my cunt hair. And now as my tongue licked around Keith's cock, I felt almost as if I might faint.

The semen boiled thickly from his cocktip. It formed a slickened film between my tongue and his cock that made my sucking friction even more tantalizing. Keith had me firmly in his grasp and as the lust took over his body, he fucked me, fucked my mouth as deep as he could! His lurching, foaming cock flooded hot curds! I resisted swallowing for a while until finally I had to. The semen leaked from my mouth, dribbled down my chin. I counted the pulses, or tried to… six, seven… finally eight spurts and then they died away.

There was no time, no nothing after all that delicious fucking and sucking. I fell to one side, half on Keith. Warren slumped too, head cradled under one of my arms, hand against my come-drenched pussy. I remembered smiling to myself as consciousness began to rise… I'd sucked cock. All the way. Come in my mouth, on my chin, tummy, legs… smeared everywhere! Everything was smeared, the room even smeared against my eyes. I was just as glad I couldn't see perfectly without glasses. It had made everything a lovely, dream. So much better than having to face reality.

Just before I fell asleep, I thought I heard Lorrie in the hall, looking for Warren probably. The bounce of the bed as she climbed in.

And sometime just before dawn I awakened just long enough to hear her whispery demand. "Oh, please fuck me, Warren! It'll feel good… come on… fuck me!" Rustling sounds of sheets. The slick parting of wet pussylips. And finally the contented moan from Lorrie's throat as Warren began to fuck her.

I awoke to the hellish sound of someone beating on the front door of the shop.

"Hey kids!" I shook Lorrie first, punched her brother Keith, who was curled in a ball near the head of the big bed. Warren pushed himself up on his elbows and frowned at me. The banging continued.

"Come on! Everybody dressed. I don't know who the hell this might be!"

Lorrie padded back to Warren's room and Warren went sleepily along behind her while I dove into my jeans and grabbed a T-shirt from my drawer. Keith sat naked, scratching his head.

"Does your mother know where you and Lorrie were last night?"

"We told her we were eating at a friend's place. She doesn't ever seem to care much." He shrugged, went on scratching his head.

As I watched him put a foot in his jeans, I felt as if I was in possession of something taboo.

The banging increased in volume. I weaved down the hall. Someone was trying to break the Goddamn door!

"Coming!"

The woman stepped back as I fooled around with the lock, finally got it open.

"I'm Mrs. Tyler…" She smiled, but her eyes were hard. "Did my two kids come down here last night?"

"Oh… Mrs. Tyler." I realized I hadn't even known Lorrie and Keith's last name. I was stalling for time to think. "Well, yes, they did."

"I know Lorrie is sweet on Todd Lomax. I'm not sure I approve, but what can you do when there's no man around the house." She glanced at my bare feet, studied my face. "You the new girl that runs the shop?"

Big smile to round off her sharp corners. "Yes, I'm Shelby Jean Pomeroy…"

"Lorrie mentioned you." Her heavily made-up eyes verged on suspicion and trust. "Said you'd invited her and her brother down for supper. Well, they never showed up at home last night. I work tables at the Blacksmith till they close and a friend asked me out afterwards…" She seemed nervous, tried to get back on more solid footing. It dawned on me that Mrs. Tyler was hung over. "Anyway when they still weren't home this morning, I decided I'd better come lookin'." She glanced over my shoulder as if hinting to be asked inside.

"We all sat around talking," I said, pretending innocence, "and it got late so…" I shrugged. "I didn't want them to have to walk home in the dark and my car isn't running very…"

"Is that Todd here?" Mrs. Tyler interrupted.

"No. He's camping somewhere in the mountains."

"Where'd everybody sleep?"

"Warren and Keith in his room, Lorrie and I in mine." I made myself look her square in the eyes. Honesty, the best policy and all that kind of thing. She hadn't been a bad-looking woman in her time, but her nightlife had cut lines around her eyes and mouth. The make-up only seemed to accentuate her tiredness.

"Warren? Todd's brother?" Mrs. Tyler did not approve. I swallowed sharp fear.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Tyler, Lorrie was with me the whole…"

"I don't like it, I just don't." She peered over my shoulder again, but I wanted to make sure the kids had a chance to get some clothes on.