Joan Kelly - Hungry for boys

"Hey… that's enough."

"Ssshhhh." I cupped his big balls in my other hand and increased the tempo of my jacking movement. His cock throbbed. The come tube on the undershaft bulged as it swelled open to accept the hot stuff which would soon shoot through. Todd's muscled chest heaved. I could still see the child in him. The fierce, rough-edged emotions not yet quite civilized, the artless way he moved his body on the bed. A wanton, pleasure seeking animal. But there was the man there too. He was stronger, strong enough to make me afraid. I knew that if he wanted, Todd might indeed be able to take me… rape me. I trembled. His cock jumped in my hand.

"You're gonna… ohhh…" He pulled his hips back, grabbed my shoulders and started to pull me down beside him. I licked my lips and kissed him wetly. A little pretend to get me out of his reach for a minute. That's all I'd need to get to the other room.

"Hey, kiss me again…" I did. The kiss was good. Todd's tongue became more educated, more eager. I felt my breath falter, break. I was panting as I jerked my lips away from the nibbling sharpness of his biting.

"Let me run down the hall and get rid of my tampax." I kissed his nose, stood up. He looked at me in the darkness. I wasn't sure of his expression but I went quickly out the door. The floor was cold on my bare feet. I rounded the corner of the hall… just a few more steps. Through the kitchen. Feet coming behind me. Hurry… I had to hurry! He knew what I was doing, maybe read it in my voice. I would never make it all the way across the kitchen and into the other bedroom. Todd would be to the door before I had a chance to get the latch across.

"Damn!" My foot had grazed a chair leg, my shoulder bumped the refrigerator. The gaping darkness of the doorway to the shop! I ducked through, crouched behind a large bookshelf and choked off my panting breath.

"Shelby?" Todd walked by me, stopped near a cast-iron stove. "I'll leave you alone if that's what you want."

Like hell he would. I held my breath, hands curled around ankles until he moved out of sight. I heard him near the counter. Being careful not to step on a creaky board, I tiptoed behind two chests and then crawled on hands and knees towards the front door.

Todd was making enough noise looking for me to cover my small sounds. Once he came very near, but I was in the shadow of a huge old chest of drawers and he passed on by. I waited until he went into a side room where he kept old chairs and tables. I was out the front door without him even knowing. I guess Todd realized how I'd tricked him when he heard my Volkswagen start up. He was looking through the glassed front as I pulled around the shop and turned down Main Street. I waved back.

Driving through the sleepy village, I was mad and laughing all at the same time. I wasn't used to being pushed around, and hadn't been since I'd gotten away from Bruce. But though I was ten years older than Todd, he'd won really. Oh, he hadn't gotten his hot piece of ass, but he had run me out. If only there was a way to tell his father… And blow the whole thing. My summer in an antique shop, my pretty boys, everything. Maybe it would be down the drain anyway.

At two in the morning there's not many places you can go in a town like Holdenville. I had on my T-shirt, a pair of pale blue panties and that was it. Now that the heater was working I wasn't so uncomfortable, but I couldn't get out or stop the engine. Another funky fact occurred to me. The needle of my gas gauge was maybe one cockhair away from empty.

I drove out to the west side of town, heading as if by a magnet towards the Tyler place. My lights flicked past a big mail box. Tyler. I turned and went down a long, rutted drive. There was no car out front. I shut off the engine and sat, wondering what to do next. I still couldn't know for sure whether Keith and Lorrie's old lady was home or not. Just walk up in my panties and knock.

A light went on in the house. I reached for the key. It might be trouble. But then I recognized Lorrie's broad, tan face peering out a window. When she recognized the car, she opened the door and thumped down the steps, her nightgown flowing behind.

"What are you doing here?" Her eyes scanned my bare legs. "Hey, is something wrong?"

"Just Todd I guess." She looked so sweet, so sleepy-headed.

"I was afraid something weird was going on," Lorrie said. "Warren came over here this afternoon to see if he could stay the night. He told Keith that his brother wouldn't let him come back to the shop." She frowned, wrinkled her nose. "Todd can get funny all right. Did he try anything?" I didn't feel like going into it.

"So Warren came over here?"

"…and since my mom called from a honky tank and said she wouldn't be home tonight, I figured it'd be all right. He said he'd cut out in the morning and go on down to the antique shop." A half-smile glimmered on her sunkissed lips, disappeared. I wondered if the kids had been up to any fun and games.

"Maybe if I could get some rest…"

"Sure!"

"…then I could drive Warren down to the shop in the morning."

I followed Lorrie up the steps to the house. Inside things were pretty messy. Dust on the tables, dirty dishes on the table. Mrs. Tyler wasn't much of a housekeeper, nor was Lorrie.

"Come on. You can sleep in my room." Lorrie pulled me after her. The room was even messier than the rest of the house, but I fell across the bed and pulled a sheet up. I was feeling burned out from everything. I wished I had a glass of wine to knock off the rough edges in my head. Lorrie watched me skin my T-shirt.

"Hope I have nice tits like that some day."

"Yours are nice just the way they are."

She cast her eyes down, examined a blemish on the back of her hand. "But guys like bigger nipples. I think they dig to suck on them."

"Yours'll get bigger," I said sleepily, closed my eyes.

With the lights out, my mind began to swim wound the edges of my fatigue. I couldn't force out the thoughts, couldn't bring myself to forget how much of an asshole Todd had been. Maybe I wasn't cut out to run that damned antique shop. I sighed. Finally my thoughts were far too thick to deal with, too muddied with maybes and ifs. I closed my eyes and slept.

"Shelby?" Someone shaking my shoulder. Lorrie. What was she doing here? Where? Where was I? "Shelby, I think you'd better go. I mean, it's almost six-thirty." The smell of sleeping bodies, my hair matted against my face. I opened my eyes and sat up with a cry.

"It's okay," Lorrie soothed. "My mom isn't home yet, but I don't know when she might come either." She looked sleep-swollen and soft. I smiled back at her, touched the side of her face.

"We really had a party, didn't we?"

Lorrie nodded. "It was fun." She started to shake Warren.

I knew it would take some doing to get Warren going, but Lorrie stayed with it while I washed up and got into my panties and T-shirt. Thank Jesus it was still early. I only hoped that my yolks wouldn't stall in the middle of town.

Finally Warren started pulling on his jeans, dragged his pack down the hall. Lorrie waved from the porch. Keith had never budged from where he'd fallen asleep the night before and, as I turned around in the yard and drove out to the highway, I smiled at his last-minute humping, his strong little cock doing just what I'd wanted it to do. My shoulders shivered. I looked over at Warren. He smiled limply back.

"Well, it's been good while it's lasted," I said.

"Whadaya mean by that?"

"Your brother, I mean your half brother isn't too happy with me." I told him about Todd's pursuit of me, the cat-and-mouse game and finally my escape to the Tyler place.

Warren bit his lip. "Todd can get mean sometimes," he said. "Especially if he thinks someone's made a fool of him."