Joan Kelly: Hungry for boys

"You're going inside!" I gasped. Billy grunted, plunged his hips. "Ohhhh God, you're slipping deeper. I can feel how hot… Ohhhh, Billy!" I wasn't acting any more. The slender shaft of his prick had forced apart the mouth of my cunt and I could feel my soaked tissues wetting Billy's cock.

"It's soft, really soft. I didn't know it would feel like that inside a girl…" His breath puffed hotly against my neck. His small fingers were clenched at my back. I rolled my hips, careful not to break contact as he fucked his hips around in wild abandon. I tried to steady his wildness by clenching his asscheeks but this only stirred him up. He was only a little more than half deep… I curled my fingers against his rectum and pulled him all the way up into me.

"Uuuhhh," he moaned. I felt the taut pucker of his ass under my touch, felt the still lump of his prostate gland a few inches away. He was up to his balls in my pussy and I clamped down hard. The rub of his body against my widened cuntlips, against my clit was making me feverish. I tossed my head sideways on the pillow. My tongue lolled out of my mouth. Billy kissed my cheek. I fucked hard with my hips.

"You're all around my…" Billy choked, caught his breath and fucked his cock roughly through the tight folds of my cunt.

I clenched and sucked at him with the muscles inside my pussy. With each contraction of my buttocks, a new storm raged through my senses. Something whisper-soft caressed the skin around my clit, pulled at it, stretched it. It was the base of Billy's cock that was as wet as my insides now. His cockskin was velvet smooth, sleek with hot juice. I could feel my climax coming, my thighs were throbbing, my asscheeks and my heaving belly were wet with sweat. I cinched arms around Billy's slim back and fucked back at him.

"Kiss… meee!"

Immediately Billy's lips clamped over mine. I pried his teeth apart so I could fill his mouth with my tongue. He sucked gingerly at it, not knowing exactly what I wanted. I held his head and licked his teeth. I was coming!

The large muscles in my ass had hardened, the circle of my pussy clenched around his boy-cock as it fucked in and out of my body. Flame beat along the spasming tendons of my inner thighs. I bit at Billy's spit-slick lips as I turned on the bed and rolled over on top of him. He continued to fuck me from underneath and I rubbed my mound up and down on his prick, until I was a carnal, raging female ravaging the male I'd captured.

Time passes, I don't always know how much of it. Especially when I'm just finished fucking. It was the thought of knowing who lay cuddled beside me that brought me around. I caressed Billy's cool leg, was surprised to find him awake and watching me.

"Did you come, baby?"

"I never have." He closed his eyes away from my gaze.

"What does it feel like when you… try."

He didn't blush as much as I'd thought he would. "Itchy and real nice but nothing comes out." He nuzzled his nose against my shoulder.

"Wait here, Billy." I padded naked down the hall and into the kitchen. There was half a stick of butter in the refrigerator and I dug it out of the wrapper and held it in the palm of my hand. On the way back to the bedroom I hooked a towel out of the linen closet and dabbed at the butter leaking between my hot fingers.

"What ya gonna do?" Billy said, pushing up on elbows.

I had pressed the buttery mess of my hand around his wilted cock before he could protest. His cock thickened immediately, rose through the melting globs as I rubbed the butter into every pore, let it dribble back onto his balls. I felt gloriously free.

"Ohhhh man!" he gasped. "That's really something weird…"

"Like it?"

"Do I ever!"

His prick was thoroughly soaked with the butter now and I started jacking him. I kept my fingers as tight as I could… just loose enough so that his cockhead would slide through. I worked him fast, the hot cock swelling in my buttery hand. I turned so that I could manipulate his prick with a jacking motion. Billy's legs had stiffened and his toes splayed out as he tensed. I could smell the melted butter, smell my own damp cunt as I squatted over his groin and pumped his meat.

I wanted him to come. I wanted him to need me, to come back again to the apartment, my bed. The potential of the summer dawned on me as I excited Billy to a frenzy. We could play every day. I could teach him new and different ways to excite me…

"Oh Christ! It's feeling different than it's ever felt…" His words were mumbled gasps of passion.

His hips jumped upwards from the mattress. I bent to kiss his flat, hard belly, stroking him with smooth, butter-slick movements. With my other hand I fondled his balls, separated them in their sac and tenderly squeezed.

"Uhhh, oh yeah!" The muscles in his ass bunched and he held his back and thighs up from the bed. A tiny dewdrop formed at the orifice of his cock, grew larger. Fascinated, I slowed my hand and watched the transparent droplet turn milky, thick. A spasm deep within him sent a white fountain into the air. The next flood of come flowed down over my knuckles and I jacked him with light strokes.

Had I heard a sound somewhere in the apartment? Of course not. Bruce wasn't due back for hours. Another jet of cream oozed over the glistening glans of Billy's prick, warmed my fingers. He was so beautiful, so…

Then the raw edge of Bruce's voice cut through the room. "What in God's name do you think you're doing?"

He leaned redfaced in the doorway, fists shaking at his sides. His lips were compressed to whiteness. My heart turned to stone. I took my hand away from Billy's cock. Billy was backpedaling in the bed, as if he might push himself through the wall and away from Bruce's glowering look. At that moment I hated Bruce Woodford with all my heart, would hate him always.

"Billy," Bruce said, "I think you'd better run on home."

"Yes sir." Billy grabbed his trunks and padded down the hall. I heard the front door slam. My fists were clenched at my breasts.

"Are you insane?" Bruce wrenched my arm. "I'll bet you're drunk!"

"Bruce, I just don't want to see your face right now."

"Because you were so rudely interrupted, am I right?" He shook his head, let go my arm. "Do you realize what you were just doing in here?"

"He's eighteen." I felt the shame overflowing from Bruce. "I was just making him feel good…"

"Oh Christ!" Bruce laughed. He went on laughing, a dead, caustic laugh. "You dumb bitch!" This with suddenness, as sudden as his hand swung around to hit my face. I staggered back. I looked up through team, holding my cheek, hiding the red mark of his fingers.

I giggled. "You came home early, didn't you?" I giggled again.

"You get the hell out of my apartment. I'm tired of you."

"You couldn't be tired of fucking me," I said. "You haven't done it in three weeks."

"Just get out." He stomped down the hall. "I don't want you here when I get back."

And so ended my life with Bruce. Bruce the midnight creeper who came on so romantically when he picked me up on the interstate that afternoon the year before. Sad, serious Bruce. But I made a vow the day I dragged my bags down to my Volkswagen that I wasn't going to let that asshole mess up my summer. It was two days until June.

Jackie, my best friend, let me move in with her the same day. An apartment on the north side of Albuquerque. Jackie was blonde, busty and about three shades more conservative than I was. But she wasn't narrow-minded. Just conservative.

During the month of June I started hitting the antique shops. I found a night job as a cocktail waitress and, since that left my weekdays free, I had time to scour every flea market, every garage sale in town. I was learning a hell of a lot about antiques in a very short time. By July I could smell a piece of furniture, rub my hand over it, and tell if it was worth anything or not.