Joan Kelly - Hungry for boys

"I do? I mean, I did?"

"You're so…" He cringed at this. "Look, why can't we just admit it. I'm almost ten years older than you are. I don't expect you to come on like Joe Cocksman… I'm glad you didn't really."

Scott was blushing. I felt it more than saw it. "It was kind of funny… with you on top like that."

I felt like telling him how wild it had actually been for me but stopped, afraid. A shard of memory flashed back… I could see him on his knees, head pulled back… my soaked pussy pressing down against his mouth.

I sat up, scooted close to him. "Hey, why so moody?"

"I'm not moody." He took a gulp of his beer. "Just thinking." I wondered if he thought he hadn't performed well.

"You're moody all right. I know moody when I see it." I tickled his leg, squeezed it.

"I really do love you, Shelby. It just got me… you sitting in there with Jackie tonight and you kissing me like that."

"Look, I was horny." I made him look at me. "I told you that. I was hornier than I guess I've ever been and you looked so damned… sweet."

Scott stared hotly at me. His strong jaw jutted as if he might be working up his arrogance, searching for some primal instinct that separated the sexes. Only then did I glance between his thighs. His cock stabbed out from his blond pubic hair, bobbing slightly. I laughed and pressed my breasts against his arm. It was hard to keep my hands off of him and so I didn't. Reaching in under his ass, I cupped his hairy scrotum and gently squeezed his nuts.

"I want to. I want to do it to you," he managed to get out. I nodded my face against his chest, kissed his nipple. He moved like he didn't want me to. I rolled his balls in my palm. We drifted towards the bed and Scott pushed me roughly down. A little too roughly. He mounted me with almost no grace, dropped the weight of his chest against my tits. I closed my eyes, curled fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. He kissed me. His lips were dry. I felt his cock as he guided it between my cuntlips. My pussy was dry and the tenderness of my own body made me squeeze my eyes with pain. But Scott fucked me quickly, without mercy. He was mad, taking it out on me. Shelby. The Ultimate Fuck Off, the rapist of boys. I laughed too loudly and Scott looked at me.

"What's so funny?" For a moment I thought he might hit me.

"Nothing. Still drunk I guess." I winced as he drove his prick up and under, skewering my pussy. It felt pretty nice, but that was all. Just nice. "If you're angry, we don't have to fuck right now." I looked directly into his blue eyes. He gave me a big-bad-dude glower. His arms held my body as if it were a sack of potatoes.

"I can get it in you deeper with me on top." He drove viciously to prove his point.

"Usually when a guy makes love to a girl he kisses her breasts and her neck and tells her how he feels." I couldn't help being a little cruel. Scott needed it. He kissed one of my tits. I held his face down on it, but he only passed a tongue near one nipple before twisting away. Inside I yearned to roll him over and ravage him again. I closed my eyes with the yearning… so strange this sudden new lust of mine. I hadn't minded the bottom position before. Had Bruce's fucking bored me, or just Bruce? I wasn't sure.

Scott's fingers had sneaked down to my ass, kneading me.

"You're so soft."

"You're so hard," I said, trying to give him something to build on. I was getting excited again. His cock was wet with my cuntjuice now, and the friction wasn't so painful. I began to move my ass in slow circles, tilting it to make his glans plow against the inner lining of my pussy. Why did I want so badly to be on top? I even caught myself pushing a leg down against the bed, tilting us for a moment.

Scott braced against me, pinned me with his weight. He fucked mechanically without much variation. In and out, fuck, fuck, fuck… as if each fucking blow was a punishment against my having him under me before. My excitement reached a long, flat plateau and hung there.

I tried to make Scott kiss my tits more, something I'd always loved, but he was grimly resolute to fuck me under his own terms. With his chin against my collarbone he grunted like a pig and increased his tedious, hard strokes until I felt really fucked… fucked into oblivion. I felt a little ball of nausea in my guts. Oh Christ, hurry up! Get your rocks and get the hell off!

I touched his scrotum, fondled his balls. He grunted in my ear again and I felt the muscles in his ass harden. My finger rested against the base of his cock and I felt the jolts of semen jet through his cockshaft and out into my pussy. I rolled and tickled his balls as he plunged. The sound of our fucking grew stickier, wetter. I felt hot froth with my fingers and, as Scott collapsed heavily against me, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked. Then I closed my eyes.

At last Scott budged and lifted himself away. He strutted unashamedly before the dresser mirror as I mopped the mess from between my legs with the edge of the sheet. It was his turn to look down upon me, his turn to dominate. I didn't like his childishness now. It had turned shallow and ugly. He stood at the end of the bed with arms crossed. I looked up at him, smiled.

"Guess I'd better get back in the other room," he said.

I nodded. "Jackie's pretty broadminded, but you are her kid brother." It had just slipped out.

Kid. But he was one.

Gamely he pretended not to take offense, bent to pull on his blue jeans. I took a deep breath, let it out. Now with his cock out of me, about to leave… I wanted to fuck again.

"I think I've flipped."

Scott glanced over. "Huh?"

"Flipped. Me. I'm wigged out. I need another drink."

"See ya in the morning." He waved back from the door.

"Night." The door closed. I fell back on my pillow and went the hell to sleep.

I was just stepping out of the shower when Jackie popped through the door all bright and unbelievably bushy-tailed after our night before.

"That man is here!" she bubbled, brandishing a bitten piece of toast. "Mr. Lomax!"

"Maurice Lomax?" I asked. Jackie nodded.

Maurice owned two shops in the city. I'd talked to him a lot about the business of buying and selling expensive old things and he knew plenty. I remembered him asking for my address once, but couldn't imagine what he wanted with me now.

"Hurry up and get dressed," Jackie scolded. "I'm making him some coffee." She started out the door, turned. "By the way, what happened last night after I drifted off? Scott acted really weird this morning."

I had my back to her. "Oh?"

"Yeah, weird. He took off early. I think he was brooding." She bit her toast. "And smug, too. You gotta admit, that's acting weird. You two didn't get into one of those arguments again, did you?"

"Maybe I did let him have a few points."

Jackie laughed. "Well hurry up, damn it. Your Mr. Lomax makes me nervous." With a swish of blonde hair Jackie disappeared.

I patted my breasts dry and smoothed the towel over my belly. I was in a quandary. Mr. Lomax. I'd almost forgotten him. I'd been asking questions of a vendor at the flea market and Mr. Lomax had overheard. Relaxed, easy face. Piercing brown eyes.

I dragged the towel through my legs and slipped into a pair of fresh panties. My same jeans, I'd have to make a trip to the laundromat soon. I opened the door a crack and hollered to Jackie.

"Bring me one of your T-shirts, okay?" I sat on the toilet and thought about what in the world Mr. Lomax might want to talk to me about. Jackie opened the door and hit me in the face with a striped, slightly frayed jersey.

"It'll have to do." She made a face. "Hurry up, willya. I think I bore him." The door closed.

A tinge of lipstick, a little eyeshadow and I waltzed out. Mr. Lomax rose as I entered the room. I gave him my hand and he held it very gently, made a slight bow.