Joan Kelly: Hungry for boys

"I don't know… my…" He glanced over at Jackie. She was obviously dead to the world, but I could understand his hesitation. I was coming unglued by now, but I didn't want to botch the evening either. I giggled, let Scott help me up. Then sneaked an arm around him.

"Let's go in my bedroom. She'll be passed out all night."

"Oh God," he mumbled. His voice was strung out. I felt him trembling. He looked at me, quickly shutting his eyes. "What if you get…" Scott swallowed for the hundredth time, started again. "What if…"

I wanted to fuck Scott, that was all. I wanted to fuck myself crazy and then fuck some more. Christ he was a beautiful animal, so smooth and hard… I took his hand.

"Come on."

Scott followed me into the bedroom. I closed and locked the door. There was a light on by the dresser and I hung my T-shirt over it. I turned to face him.

Scott looked at me with huge eyes. Then it came like a flood, like he'd been bottling his emotions, his words.

"That was the prettiest thing I've ever seen in my life," he said, "the way you took off your top. I don't think I ever saw anyone take anything off so pretty. Your tits just kind of bounced down and I could see your back all of a sudden and…"

I touched my ears. "Yeah. If I was a boy I think I'd look kinda funny."

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life." Adoration shown in his eyes.

"You're sweet to say so, Scott, but I'm not really that perfect. My teeth stick out a little in front and my ears on the side. I can't see very well without my glasses." I stopped and smiled at him. "But I can see you. You're beautiful too." I made myself stand there a room apart from the young Adonis. Really I wanted to jump on him like a dog on a hot bitch. I wanted to…

"Shelby?"

"Yes, Scott?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

Now it was my turn to swallow. I came quickly over to him. We pressed together and he found my mouth with a hurried, not very good, kiss. I hugged and hugged, pushing my pelvis forward, finding the lump of cock with my mound. He let his hands slide down my back, stopped suddenly at the elastic waistband of my pale blue panties.

"Why don't you take them off," I whispered.

"Oh God…"

"Go ahead. I love your hands."

Somehow Scott managed to get the panties down as hr as my knees. When I moved, they puddled at my ankles. Scott was in a trance, staring at the triangle of my brown hair. I felt so strange. Seeing him on his knees like that. He was like a child, a child I could control. The power, the strength of my conquest welled up inside. It was a hot, good feeling.

I dug my fingers deep into his long hair and pulled his head back, teasing him with my roughness. He gasped out a breath. His mouth hung open. The grass, the tequila… I felt crazy good. I dug at his head again, twisting his head first in one direction, then the other.

It came from deep in Scott's throat. He had sunk back on his haunches now, his head thrown back. I widened my thighs and guided myself over him. His chin was on my tight curls, pressing gloriously upwards. I doubted that he had ever given head to a girl and seconds before I would not have even considered embarrassing him with a suggestion. I pressed Scott's ear against the tattoo.

I rose on the balls of my feet and brought my sopping cunt over his mouth. I sensed a shy kiss, tentative, exploring. He sniffed in the musk of my burning cunt. His tongue grew bolder, slipped between the swollen outer lips and slicked accidentally over the hood of my clit. I rocked his head back and forth with my hands, loving the slick, sucking sounds his lips made as they rubbed over and around the hot meat of my pussy. His front teeth found my clit, and I lowered myself further, rocking, tilting, rubbing. Scott wasn't very good at this, but then I hadn't expected him to be.

My excitement came from his position. On his knees between my trembling thighs, me over him, holding him. My juices frothed out, wetting his chin, cheeks, trickling down to his neck.

"Put your tongue in my pussy, Scott." My voice sounded too steady, too sure. "Yes, that's it… Ohhhh, deeper!" The friction was subtle but very hot. I felt his tongue spear up into my cunt as far as he could reach. His strong arms hugged my legs. I put my palms on his shoulders.

A change in my breathing. I pulled Scott up, I guided him backwards in the dim room, back to the bed where he let me push him down on his back. He laughed. A short, tense laugh. I laughed back, tugged at the buttons of his Levi's.

I skinned him naked, starting to tremble again when his cock bobbed up out of the tight underwear. It was a beautiful cock, neatly circumcised and tinged dark purple around the crown. It wasn't a giant as cocks go, but thick and heavy… around six inches. Even in the smothered light I could see the scar where his foreskin had been cut away. His balls lay loosely in their sac at the base of the shaft. I scooted between his legs on my belly and touched a finger to the tip. It jumped, swelling with blood and his balls rose in the wrinkly sac.

I breathed hotness against his taut cock, massaging the underside of the veined cock. It pulsed steadily now, bumping my palm. The head of his prick had enlarged in the seconds I'd spent probing it with my thumbnail. I hovered close enough for my lips to brush the tiny wetness at the orifice. My tongue fell heavily from my mouth and I guided the curved glans against it, licking slowly. The underside bulged, grew even more turgid.

Scott groaned and rocked his hips. I saw tendons tighten in his thighs. His fists pressed down against the mattress and clenched the wadded sheet. It was exquisite to watch his excitement.

His movements were unpracticed, blatantly erotic. A helpless, urgent sexuality which he had not learned to disguise yet. The tip of his cock rested between my lips now and I kissed it, kissed it again, slipped my tongue underneath along the ridged tube that stretched his white skin. Scott arched his back slightly. He was panting now, gasping, ragged breaths… his head tossed.

With soft, sucking movements I wet his shaft another inch and let the crown ride to the back of my tongue. My cunt ran over with more musky honey, tingling to be played with, to be fucked. I raised and lowered my head a dozen times, pulling hard at his lovely cock, tickling the tip with my tongue until the suction popped at the corners of my mouth. Scott had gone rigid, but I had not sensed just how much my mouth had excited him.

I was breathless myself as I slipped up over him, pressed my breasts against his chest and found his mouth. My head swirled with the sensation of being over him, of crushing him. I took his wrists and held his arms out from his sides as if I were raping him. Raping. The word sounded wonderful. I wanted even more to say it.

"How do you like being raped," I whispered against his ear.

Scott moaned. His hips rocked under me. I could feel his spit-soaked cock pressing up into my belly fat. Holding his arms out, pinning them against the mattress, I found his mouth again and speared deep into it with my tongue.

Scott writhed under my breasts. He took my tongue deep and sucked it with the sides of his cheeks as I rocked my body against his prick. When the first hot lick of come streaked up my body, I knew I'd rushed things as always. It seemed to be a fault of mine, a lifetime fault. Grabbing, devouring, hurrying at the wrong time.

"Scott," I breathed, letting go his wrists, smoothing the softness of his hair. He gurgled in his throat, pumping his ass wildly as his seed frothed between us. I felt a steaming droplet slide down my waist and wet the bed. His cock throbbed in even, strong jumps. Damn it… damn it… damn it! Why was I such a fuck up? Ultimate Fuck Off, good old Shelby Jean.