Joan Kelly - Hungry for boys

It was getting hot. At the edge of a small meadow I stopped and sat in the tall grass. Scott put the rest of the beer in a small brook and came to sit down beside me. I knew what he was going to start, but I had made up my mind to have things my way. We talked a little about my moving to Holdenville, about how he would come visit me when he got his driver's license.

"All the way from Denver?"

"Sure," Scott said. "I'm gonna go everywhere when I get a car. Just camp out on the side of the road. Sleep in jails." He smiled boyishly. "You can do that in the south, you know. These little towns will let you spend the night in a jail if you can't find anyplace else."

"You're so fun to have around, they might want to keep you." Hand on my thigh again. Scott kissed me. Such a lousy kisser, but lips so sweet and curvy soft.

"Lay on your back," I told him.

"Here we go again."

"I promise you'll like this. My special for high-school boys…"

"Aw, Shelby, you can lay off of the…"

"Sorry…" I nipped his nose, then hovering over him, kissed his cheeks, his chin, finally teasing his chapped lips with my tongue. "I'm going to teach you to kiss."

"What's wrong with the way I…"

"You're terrible." I shrugged to let him know there was nothing repugnant about it. "Like most guys your age." Scott shut up and let me tickle his lips some more with my tongue. I wet him until his cheeks glistened with spit. Then I let my mouth only just touch his.

"Open up, Scott. I'm not the dentist."

He laughed, parted his lips. I parted mine to match and let the sensitive surfaces rub together, pushing down, teasing back again. When he tongued, I took mine away.

"Patience…" I let him feel just the tip and took it away again. "You'll have more of it in a little bit." As slyly as possible, I'd edged a leg over one of his. My hands were trembling as I undid his belt, but I managed to cover pretty well. With Scott's fly loose, I spread my fingers against his flat belly and slid them under the elastic band of his shorts. His crinkly hair was warm, damp from our hike up the trail. I hooked his cock upwards from the binding underwear and petted it.

"Jesus Christ…!" Scott licked his lips and I caught his tongue between my teeth and worked it playfully. He made motions of rolling over, of grabbing me. I quelled them by beginning a kissing journey down his neck and chest. He shivered when I sucked his nipples.

With my right hand I gently pumped the skin of his cock. Again that feeling of having control. I knew enough about my head to see that I was completely satisfied with my own femininity. No cock envy for Shelby Jean. I was a chick, a nice-looking one. I loved that squiggly, velvet hole between my legs, loved to have it filled with cock. Even loved to play with it myself. I was a girl. I dug men. Did it really matter… all that stuff about bottom or top? Come on Shelby, shuck those guilt feelings. I nuzzled in Scott's navel, tongued its depths.

"Uhhhh, Shelby…" Scott took my shoulders as if he might want to urge me down beside him, but I disobeyed, continued my licking explorations. I let him feel my lips on his glans. He was coming apart, but trying bravely to keep things under control.

"What a pretty cock!" I slurped his prick, lapped it, ended by taking the length suddenly to the very back of my throat. The surprise of hot spit and suckling cheek brought Scott up off the ground.

"Goddamn!"

I pressed him down again, laughing. "Come on, let's see if you learned your first lesson about kissing." I tickled my way back to his mouth and gave him my parted lips. He did a pretty good job of touch and go. I wet the corners of his mouth to let him see how many fun places there were.

"Men are really pretty single-minded when it comes to loving. They think about a girl's cunt and sometimes their tits. I went with a guy once who finally quit kissing me at all. Said it compromised him."

Scott wasn't listening. His neck had gone splotchy where I'd been kissing it and, when I glanced down the shadowed lines of his body, I noticed the changed coloring of his cock. In the outdoor light it seemed bigger than the night before and the crown was dark, dark purple. When I moved my hand upwards, the flared ridge of his prick swelled like a fleshy barb. Quietly, I undid my jeans. Scott stirred, opened his eyes.

"Just stay cool, big fella." I thumped his chest with a fist. "Trust Shelby Jean." He let out breath.

"Okay… teacher."

I had my jeans off now, rolled back against him. "Is it so bad being a student?" I stroked his cock, passed my tongue under the lobe of his ear. Scott had to smile. I knew how good I was making his prick feel.

"Can I at least touch you… you know…"

I grabbed his wrist and guided it down between my thighs. His fingers froze there at first, as if he was afraid he might get me on my high horse again. I put my lips close to his ear.

"You may touch my pussy, slave." Joking and not joking. Just saying the words made me shiver excitedly.

Scott touched my cunt. He was learning. His fingers just grazed the honey-damp meat. I could feel my swollen cuntlips parting. He pushed harder and the sheer material of my panties pushed up into my pussy. His fingers were wet now, searching for the edge of the crotchband. Scott found a place to get under and then I had to close my eyes.

My hand lay still against his cock and I reminded myself to keep jacking him off. A slishy, fucky sound as he dug softly in the hot depths of my cunt. My turn to groan… I opened my mouth wide and sucked his mouth ravenously.

"I love you, Shelby," he said through the kiss.

"You always say that when you're hot to fuck."

"Maybe you made me see something. The other night when…"

"Shut up and give me your tongue." Scott licked out and I sucked his tongue deep into my mouth, stroking him again with my hand. The sun in his hair smelled good. I twisted against him. My cunt was really flooding now. I always had been the gushy type, but what the hell, fucking was better wet than dry.

Scott pulled my panties down around my thighs and went on fingering my pussy. Much improvement. I snaked a leg over Scott's thigh. Gently, cleverly I edged my weight up. Half on him now, still massaging his rigid cock. My pussy soaked his knuckles. The slippery sound of it was almost as good as the feel.

Scott put his hands on my back, hugged me down upon him. I rose to put a breast in the vicinity of his mouth and he picked up on that hint right off.

"Owww… not so hard, baby." I smoothed his hair out of his face, watched my nipple disappear in his mouth, pop out and disappear again. I was straddling Scott's body, knees bent at his sides. Reaching between our bellies, I steadied his prick as I backed up on it. The constricting ring of muscles at the opening of my cunt rode softly around his glans and I stopped there. I tightened my pussylips down on his cockhead as hard as I could. He looked at me with obvious surprise.

"I never… felt anything like that before."

I moved my pussylips again, rocking my hips. The velvet folds of my cunt sucked around his tip. My turn to be smug. I smiled, gave him a dramatically wanton kiss.

"How do you do that… I mean…"

"See, it isn't so bad being the student, now is it?"

We kissed again. Scott was hot and I could tell my lessons had done some good. He fucked slower, was more considerate of my tender places. I fucked down on him and reveled in the feeling of his cockshaft sliding into my pussy. My pussylips burned against his rigid cockflesh as he pushed upwards with short pumping motions. An inch, two, three. Who cared how deep. I was enough for him and he was enough for me.

The lighted meadow flickered around us. Sun dappled Scott's arm and I kissed its soft hollow and licked again over his nipples. With my knees bent up alongside his body I could raise and lower my cunt on his cock with little exertion. When I sat straight up on him, his cock gouged wonderfully inside my cunt. His prick was deep now, very deep. As deep as I'd ever been fucked anyway. Since no man had ever gotten to the furthest reaches of my pussy.