Joan Kelly: Hungry for boys

We lay together on the bed. I let his come dry on my stomach, wishing that I had only been able to hold him off a minute or so more. I knew I would have gotten off good if only…

"Hey, you're a quick corner," I kidded. He put an arm out, took my hand.

"It was what you did with your mouth." Scott sighed. "I never had a girl do that to me before."

"I hope I didn't shock you or anything."

Scott yawned and flopped down on a pillow.

"You're not gonna pass out on me, are you?" I jabbed a finger in his ribs. I could see his drooped penis, and the milky droplet hanging from the tip. A buzz went up my back. Really crazy how the tequila and Scott were getting to me. I had gone down on guys before, but never finished them that way. The feel of a cock in my mouth was nice. I loved the heat of it, the throbbing aliveness. I guess I loved the danger too, because I really didn't relish having my mouth full of semen. But now, for the first time in my life I had actually thought that it might not be so bad to have Scott's slick stuff spurting against my tongue.

I leaned forward. The sharp, sour smell of his wet cock stopped me, but I forced myself down again, snaked out my tongue and dabbed the seed from his cocktip. Scott moaned and pulled back from the friction. His wrinkled cock shrank back into his body.

"I feel like I'll never be able to do it again," Scott said.

I smiled, tasting his come. It had a flat taste. Not really anything outrageous. Just flat and maybe a tiny bit salty.

Scott had begun to snore softly. I ran my fingers up the line of his thigh, the place where his pelvis jutted out, traced his ribcage. My cunt raged. I could smell the musky wetness and, when I moved, the inner lips moved against themselves, pressing teasingly against my engorged clitoris. I rocked my hips a few times, not able to stop really, wanting some kind of relief.

Scott's sleep had deepened. His half-empty beer sat on the dresser and I got up and drifted across the room to it. Flat. Like the Goddamned evening. But no, how could I ever believe that. Something crazy had happened to my body, my mind. When I had been standing in the room with Scott's bent-back head pressed up into my cunt… and on the bed, me over him, breasts flattened against his chest, my nails digging into his wrists as I held him pinioned, I'd been close to coming right then. Rubbing my pubes up and down against the base of his cock had almost done it. That's why I felt so damned flat now… I'd been so close.

I felt like laughing through my gloom. I turned before the mirror. The jizz had dried in damp blobs on my belly and I rubbed a hand in what was still wet, spreading it around over my skin. I touched another stringy bunch to the splotch of my tattoo. Heat crawled into the swollen petals of my pussy. I smelled the come on my fingers, licked it. I looked in the mirror and licked it again, excited by the reflection of my lips shiny with Scott's jizz. Some of it dried quickly, making my mouth sticky at the corners. I licked them wet again and swallowed the odd, flat taste.

Legs spread, I lowered my hands to my fluffy triangle and dug the cuntlips apart. My breathing went ragged and my shoulders shook uncontrollably. It was like I was chilled. I ran my fingers back and forth over the puffy membranes that framed my aching cunt. There was a hairbrush on the dresser with a curving plastic handle. I picked it up and guided the smoothness into my pussy. It slipped past the ring of muscles with a wet little sound and, when I pulled it back again, my soaked cunt sucked around it… and the sound was as exciting as the touch.

There I was, Shelby Jean in the mirror, legs spread wider now, bent slightly at the knees. My shoulders drooped so I could get my hands under my body. The hairbrush handle glistened slickly. My fingers were wet to the knuckles. Oh God, it felt so good! To have my cunt filled with something. I probed deeper, my eyes fluttering weakly shut and opening again.

I touched the sensitive sides of my pussy, gouging out with the brush to stretch them. I rocked my ass. My toes spread wide on the rug, cramping. With a fingertip I ravaged the button on my clit. I was awash with cuntjuice and my small, hardened clit slipped away as I gouged after it. The muscles at the backs of my legs were as hard as rock, my breath shallow and rapid. Ohhh, so good… so damned good! It was beginning to build along the nerve endings that lined my cuntlips.

My next movement came almost before I thought of it. I let the brush fall to the floor, staggered towards Scott's slumbering form. Trembling, I lowered myself as gently as I could. His chest was cool with sweat and I ground my aching cunt against his soft cock. He woke a little, tried to smile through the irritation of being disturbed without warning.

"Shelby…"

"I'm horny," I gasped, pretending amusement for the two of us, licking his dried lips. He didn't want to kiss me, but I buried my mouth in his neck and rocked my pelvis. The lips of my cunt had flowered open around his cock. I could feel the blood moving back into it, though Scott seemed to be still half asleep. I was close… seconds away. Frantically I found his cock and pumped the skin up and down against the ridged head. His cock straightened and thickened some. Scott took a breath.

"Jesus… you surprised me…" His hands touched my hips, shyly again. "What are you…"

I had pressed the head of his cock into my gushing pussy and bore back upon it with twisting, hunching movements. His erection was weak, but my cunt was hot and slippery and I fucked him with rapid little jerks.

"Ohhhhh… Scott…" His cock slipped in as I supported it with my fingers around the base and tossed my ass to impale myself better. I was coming! The friction of his pubic hair against my naked clit was glorious.

"Scott… kiss me, damn it!" I tongued deep into his mouth, raked at his teeth. He seemed shocked, coming awake completely now. My ass bucked against him. I couldn't think of stopping now. His cock had thickened more, lengthened within me, and I clasped it with my pussy and tongued his mouth savagely. I sensed he was struggling and at the same time trying to cover it up. He was shocked, I knew it. I didn't give a damn. The bunts of itching madness were all over me. My cunt throbbed with something near pain, a wondrously insane kind of hurt that made me want more of his prick. Scott jerked under me, moaning with pain. I tasted salty blood on my lips.

"You're biting the hell out of me…" he grunted.

"I'm sorry… Oh, Christ, I'm sorry, I…"

I put my face into his neck and probed the tendons and muscles with my tongue. Scott's cock had gotten no harder, but I ground against what I could feel as the urgent jabs of pleasure jerked through my loins. I was intensely aware of the boy beneath me. I floundered on him, shoved my knees against the insides of his legs, opening him almost as if I was the one with the cock. My spasms were dying away but still the mild rubbing of his half-hard cock teased me… drew the lusty throbs out until I let go my tenseness, relaxed. I lay like that for a few minutes, drooling happily against the pillowcase… and Scott's neck.

He moved me gently onto my side. I heard the door open and close. In a little bit he came back with a fresh beer and sat on the edge of the mattress.

"Jackie's still dead to the world."

I saw him dab at the red place on his lip where my teeth had nipped. "I'm sorry I bit you, Scott. Really… I didn't know what I was doing I guess." He seemed shy again, retreating into his own mind. I had the feeling that he was a little ashamed of what had happened.

"Scott?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you all right? Is there something you want to say?" He looked at me, almost began to say something, then looked back at his beer. I clasped my hands over my belly. "I guess I kind of got crazy. But… well, you just excite me, that's all."