Joan Kelly
Hungry for boys

CHAPTER ONE

I was ready to scratch the itch at my cunt when a voice startled me.

"Shelby, you sure are tall for a girl… aren't you?" Billy Powell squinted up at me. The sun off the water of the lake threw shards of light across his tanned back. I squeezed more lotion from the bottle and dabbed the end of his nose white.

"I guess I am taller than most chicks." I watched him tense under my cool hand. I rubbed the lotion over his shoulders and made circles down his back. Billy, beautiful Billy. His ass rose up impudently from the plane of his narrow back.

"Hey, how old are you?" Billy asked, turning again.

"I'm twenty-eight. How old are you?"

"Eighteen." He put his chin back on his crossed wrists.

I spread the oil, let my fingers ripple over his sides. It was too early for anyone to be down at the pool and I was glad. I'd only come down myself when I'd seen Billy strolling with his towel across the grassy inner courtyard of our apartment complex. I'd been his friend for a couple of months.

"You didn't tell me how tall you are."

"Oh, about five-seven barefooted."

"Five feet and seven inches?" Billy's eyes were big. I nodded. "That's almost as tall as my dad!"

"I don't think I'm going to get any taller," I laughed. "Do you think I should?" Billy laughed. "I don't care."

"Where's your mother?" My voice shook but only I knew why.

Billy scratched behind his neck. "She's gone shopping. I'm not supposed to come down to the pool when she's gone, but since you're here…"

"Have you had lunch?" My hand stroked the backs of his thighs.

"Gonna make a sandwich later." He scratched the itch again. "Mom left a Coke in the refrigerator."

My fingers were straying. There was nothing I could do about it. He was so beautiful, so sunburnished and fresh. I massaged up the inside of one, slender thigh. Billy showed nothing that might tell me he was becoming excited from my rubbing. My cunt tingled with anticipation, enjoyed his own anticipation too. We were playing a little game… or at least I was. I watched the rise and fall of his back. Had his breathing quickened?

"What do you do at home alone all day… now that school's out?"

"Oh, sometimes kids come over. Ron Hanks, he's a friend of mine. Ron brings girls too when their mothers don't know."

"That sounds like fun." I was smiling at my own attempt to sound innocent. "What do you and the girls do?" I held my breath. Asking too much scared me.

"Things."

"I bet you kiss, don't you? I remember when I was a little girl and boys kissed me." Billy was silent. "Hey, aren't you going to tell me?" I prodded him in the ribs and laughed. His tension broke. He turned half on his side. The tight trunks didn't hide his erection.

"Yeah, we kiss." Billy pushed his brown hair back from his forehead. His eyes traced the curves of my bikini top, dropped shyly away. "Ron does more than that." He rolled back onto his stomach, chin on wrist like before.

I moved my fingers into the warmth of his thighs, up high against the bulge of his balls through the swimming trunks. His breathing went shallow, stopped. Was I really here at the pool doing this or was it a daydream?

"That feels weird…" Billy was blushing.

I pulled my hand back, put the lid on the suntan lotion. Game over. But then Billy looked at me. Those big, soft eyes… I felt myself slipping into them.

"Look, why don't you come up to my apartment. I can make you a sandwich and we'll have a Coke…" What was I saying… doing?

"You mean it?" Eyes bright. He pushed up on his knees.

"Sure, let's go."

A half an hour later Billy wolfed his sandwich. Standing in the doorway of the kitchen, looking around curiously.

"You sure got a nice place."

"Glad you like it." I longed to touch him, to hug his slenderness against my tits… longed to kiss his chapped lips. And I was afraid of my longing. Where had this madness begun? In high school I was just a child myself. In college I had the usual messy affairs. Hurried fucks in music practice rooms, in cars, in an occasional motel.

I went to Bruce's liquor cabinet and poured myself a Scotch. Bruce wouldn't be home for a while. Busy, busy hubby Bruce. I looked at the boy across the room as if I were seeing him for the first time. Billy scratched a peeling shoulder. I trembled, wishing I knew what was happening to me. The afternoon seemed suspended over my head. What did I want to do anyway?

"Would you kiss me, Billy?" I blurted. A long sip from my glass as I watched. I was extending the game.

"Kiss?" He looked at me like I was crazy.

"I'm curious. You told me about kissing girls and I wanted to know how good a kisser you are."

His face reddened. "I don't know."

I sauntered over, put a hand out to touch the side of his head. The feel of his hair made me crazy with want. I smiled, tilted my head. "You scared?"

"I'm not scared!" His eyes met mine bravely. I dropped a hand to his shoulder, matched it on the other side.

His small hands brushed shyly against my hips and stayed there. I closed my eyes, lost in the glory. Between my legs the heat spread and I could feel moisture seeping out from the tingling folds of my cunt. The top of Billy's head came to my nose. He tilted his face back, lips grim.

"You're not very relaxed." My smile broke through his timidity and the corners of his lips turned up.

"I never kissed a… grown woman before." His hand trembled where it sweated against my bare side. Our lips brushed dryly. The kiss was warm but Billy never let me feel his tongue. I was breathing hard and didn't bother to hide it.

"You kiss fine," I lied. He was, of course, terrible. And at the same time exquisite. I patted his ass, dying to pull the damp trunks down. He had relaxed some, snuggled close against my belly. Our bodies warmed where they touched.

I caressed the nape of his neck, tilted his head back again and this time let him feel the tip of my tongue. Billy touched my tongue with his and then hid it in the hot recesses of his mouth. I wanted to shove my own tongue deep but controlled the itch. We hugged again and I could feel the whiskey working.

"Let me show you my bedroom," I said. He took the words with the innocence of a boy who doesn't always assume what bedrooms on quiet afternoons are usually used for. Walking down the hall with my arm around his shoulders didn't cool my fires. The rub of my loins against my skimpy bikini added fuel. By the time we stood at the end of my bed, I was flushed. My breasts were soft feeling, the nipples like hard buttons. I put a hand on his belly, felt out the shallow navel. Taboo, taboo!

"I like you very much, Billy."

"I like you too, Shelby." He nuzzled his lips against my neck, put his slender arms around my body and held me like he thought a man might do. I held him back at arm's length.

"I want to look at you," I said.

Billy cast his eyes down. "You make me feel funny always looking at me…"

I pinched his chin. "And I haven't even seen all of you yet."

He looked towards the door. "I don't know… I think maybe I better be getting home."

My heart was pounding, half with the fear of what I wanted to do and half with panic that I might lose this scrumptious boy after I'd gotten him this far. "I'll take off my think if you'll…"

He reddened again. "I really don't know…"

"Close your eyes," I demanded, making it sound like a game.

Billy closed his eyes. His breathing was shallow and ragged. I took his small hand and pressed it palm down against my belly. I was able to get my bikini top loose with the other. I draped it over his wrist. Billy closed his eyes tighter still. I tossed the skimpy thing on the floor and gently urged his hand higher. His smooth, dry skin made me tingle. Even before he was touching the bottom swell of my tit, my nipple burned. He gasped as his thumb went into the softness. He began to squeeze, testing the way my tit gave. Billy's little finger grazed my nipple and he pulled back, but I made him touch it again.

"I didn't know they'd be so… soft!" He was peeking now.

"You can look if you want…"

I watched the realization spread over his face, the knowledge that he had his fingers and eyes on my naked breasts. Both warm hands touched my tits now, fondling, petting. Billy licked his chapped lips. I rested my fingertips on the waist of his trunks. His half-smile fled, he pulled his hands back.

"Okay, maybe I was rushing things." My laugh was too frenzied. "Why don't you lay on the bed and I'll just no a little strip for you."

"Strip?"

"No questions, please." I pushed him backward until his calves bumped the mattress and he plopped down. I could see the bump in his trunks, wanted to see so much more. For a second or two an image flashed through my head, an image of Billy with his wrists tied to the bedposts, his ankles too. And as he struggled, whimpering, I bent over him, took his cock inside my mouth…

"What's wrong?" Billy looked like he was about to bolt from the room.

"Nothing… nothing at all." I wanted to jump him now, to devour his sweet prick. "Watch!"

I did a little dance, a turn, then stopped with my feet apart, hands over my head. Billy had relaxed again. As gracefully as I could, I undid the strings over each hip. The crotchpiece of my bikini loosened from my pubes, I felt the dampness cooling there in my curls. Would my cunt scare him? A soft brown triangle hid the beginning of my cleft and fringed the outer lips of my cunt.

"Would you like to take it off?" I walked around the bed, holding the string up. The loose friction of the bikini against my ass, that state of being almost undressed was devastating to my nerves. I sat on the bed, lay back. The bikini had slipped enough to show the kinky brown hairs underneath. "Come on…"

I took his hand like before, but this time made him grasp the material of my suit. He edged it down. The damp thing peeled away from my pussy and I had to stretch to relieve the tension. As I brought one knee up, my cuntlips parted. Billy was staring at the darkish inner membranes of my cunt. He was excited! I knew he was!

"Oh God," he breathed, so lightly that I hardly heard it. As he looked at my juicy cunt, I touched his arm, his chest. Then I pushed myself up to kiss his cheek.

We rested beside each other, hugging. I wanted to ravage this sweet animal but forced myself to let him think he was using his own initiative. It was tricky. He didn't have much initiative.

"Billy?"

"Huh?"

"Can I…?" I insinuated a finger under the elastic band of his trunks, began to pry them downwards. Billy said nothing but went on pressing his chest against the softness of my breasts and the hardness of my aroused nipples. My finger dove deeper against the smooth skin of his abdomen, lower… I felt stiff hair, the top of his prick and then the hot, stiff shaft.

I curled my fingers around his cock. The tight-shriveled sac at the base warmed my palm.

Billy grunted deep in his throat and rocked his pelvis. Slyly I pried his trunks on down around his thighs. Slowly I began to jack the skin of his cock up… up against the small, flared crown and fuck again.

The light in the room changed as the sun went behind a cloud. Billy lay fully on his back, arms at his sides. I rose to my knees and inched the trunks down and off over his ankles. He let me part his legs then, part them wide. The more I urged his knees apart, the wilder grew the heat in my pussy. I felt hot juice spill out to moisten my cunt hair. I pushed Billy's knees apart until his crotch yawned at me, his sweet white cock resting to one side. His prick pulsed there, teasing me.

"Shelby?"

"Yes, honey?"

"I feel funny. Awful funny…"

"That's the way you're supposed to feel. I feel funny too."

"But… what are you going to do?" He looked at me with puppy eyes.

"Make you feel good." I smiled, petted his heaving belly. The slender white prick jumped at his crotch. It wasn't big, not more than five inches anyway and not so thick as a grown man's cock. I scraped my nails up the insides of his spread thighs, lowered my head down until I could smell the fresh musk of his cock and balls. He had hardly any hair at all around his prick and balls. The wrinkled scrotum was pink and appetizing. As I continued to tickle the skin around his crotch, I kissed his belly, kissed down so he would know what I intended.

Billy tensed. I slid my tongue out, touched it to the hot, tight skin at the base of his cock, licked slowly upwards until I'd made a spit-soaked trough for his lovely organ to rest in. Then more gently than ever, I brought my upper lip up, over, sucking his prick and balls inside.

"Ohhhh… G-g-god!"

I shoved my tongue back and forth against the hot underside of his cock, finally letting go of his balls for fear of hurting him. The old male fear of castration and all that. Billy seemed relieved. His breathing deepened and I felt a hand graze against my hair.

I was too excited to concentrate on just one part of Billy's wonderful body. I wanted all of him at once, lips, cock, ass…

"Let's hug some more…" I lowered my body against his, felt his legs circle my thighs and squeeze. I was trying not to press too hard against his balls. He seemed so delicate sometimes, so breakable. He opened his eyes and tried to smile.

"I don't think my mom would like me doing this."

"You probably do a lot of things she doesn't like. Isn't that right?"

He curled his lips. "Yeah, guess so."

"Would you like to fuck me, Billy?" No answer. "It's all right with me, if you want to?" He dropped his eyes, looked up again… too shy to say anything. "Come on, you want to, don't you?"

"I… don't know how. I never did it with any…" His cheeks colored and I kissed each one.

"I'll show you. We have all afternoon." I rolled onto my back and parted my legs. Billy looked at me like I was crazy. "Look down between my thighs… go on!"

He moved down until I could feel his stiff cock against my knee. He was looking at my pubic tangle, avoiding the glistening meat of my open cunt. I opened my pussy some more, felt the petals come unstuck from each other and bloom with blood.

"Haven't you ever touched a girl… here?" I pushed one of his fingers into my hot pussy. He tried a smile.

"Yeah, sure. Once or twice maybe." He was moving by himself now and I could hear the wet sound of my lips as his finger pushed the folds of my cunt apart and gouged deeper.

"Ohhh! Right there… that's my clit! When you touch that in just the right way it makes a girl go nutty." Billy touched, hoping to do it right. "Oooouch, not quite so hard, baby." I was sitting up watching his progress.

Billy tried again, petted very gently over the hooded nubbin of bunched nerve endings and soppy tissue. My hot clit grew hotter, was bathed in a fresh flood of blood from the surrounding meat. I sucked a shuddering lungful of air, closed my thighs slightly until the tickling petals closed around his fingers.

"That's it… up and down… Uuuhhh Billy!" His other fingers had strayed into my cunt. The sliding wet sounds increased and I took his other hand and pressed it down against one of my breasts, made him pinch the nipple. My pelvis had begun to rock against the consuming tickle of his finger-fuck. I could feel the pleasure building in my pussy.

"Oh, I want you to fuck me!" I whispered hotly into his ear, pulling him up, up over me until his cock grazed my open thigh, touched the dewy tendrils of my cunthair. I found his prick with shaking fingers and jacked the cockskin as I opened my cuntlips and pressed the flared tip of his cock against the steamy circle of my clenched hole. I tightened my cuntlips, making the muscles purse around his taut glans. Billy had begun an instinctive pumping motion, awkward in a sweet, childish way. No matter how awkward, it excited me, thrilled me more than my old man Bruce had ever done. I cupped my palms over his hard little buttocks, dug fingers into the white flesh.

"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."