"Hungry for boys" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kelly Joan)

CHAPTER FIVE

Fear tread across my belly. I cinched arms tighter as if to keep him from fleeing.

"Scared?"

"Uhh. I don't…" He bit off the words, let out a pent-up breath. "Yeah. Maybe I am a little. I feel weird."

There was no turning back now. I'd either freak him out or fuck him. I laughed out loud at my sudden philosophy. I kissed him blatantly, wetly on his neck, kissed again further down and once more for good measure.

"I think I'd be scared if you left." A white lie. All was fair in love… "I really feel better with you here." An appeal to his gentlemanly side. Every boy had it, especially the shy ones.

Warren was still in my arms. I let my pinky slip downwards about an inch. Though I couldn't feel it, I knew the base of his cock was close at hand. Blond, tight pubic curls cinched around my fingers. Warren resisted me slightly with his elbows and I knew he must have an erection. Shy about it, even ashamed!

"Would you like to hug me for a while?"

"I guess not."

I was sure of it now. He couldn't cope with the idea of pushing his hard cock against my asscheeks. It would give him away. Sweet little fool, didn't he know I knew what was happening? I had to fight the desire to fuck him right there and then.

There was more light in the room than before. The window was not the black squares of midnight, but had taken on the faint greyness of coming morning. It didn't matter. There were hours left to us. The house was quiet. I dared to let my fingertips find the place where Warren's white cock grew from his body. He jerked as I circled a finger around his prick, circled two.

"You're big!" Another white lie. His prick wasn't small though. A slender, hot cock. And very hard! I swallowed excitedly. My cuntlips seemed to melt. As I moved my thighs slightly, my cuntjuice welled out from the slit, soaking my panty crotch.

For a full minute I simply held Warren's cock in my palm. Then I gave his prick a tender squeeze and gingerly, very gingerly moved the foreskin back. His neck muscles were taut. I tried to kiss them loose again. I slipped my free hand under the side of his face against the pillow and turned him, turned his mouth upwards. I was up on an elbow, wetting the side of his cheek. He was panting like a puppy, letting me handle his cock. My tongue tickled at the corner of his mouth, clipped just inside. Exquisite lips, wet already from his own tongue. He was letting me do what I wanted. Afraid to do anything else?

"Warren, if you want to you can… touch me too, touch me between the legs," I tried to sound as shy as he was. To touch me, he'd have to turn. I smiled at my own cleverness. I moved back to urge him, and he dropped a shoulder, let a hand brush against my side.

When the softness of my tit sank under his fingers, he jerked back as if he was afraid of hurting me.

"It's all right! Feel my breast. It feels good…" I moved my torso, offering him my tit again. He touched my nipple lightly, not knowing what to do next.

"I… I'm not good at this. I just haven't dated…"

For the first time I kissed him on the mouth. A short, not very intense kiss… a kiss that would let him think it was half his idea.

"Todd's the one who makes it with the girls," he went on. "Todd…"

"I really don't want to talk about Todd."

This time I let the kiss linger. I teased him with my tongue… a touch on each lip and then gone. My fingers tightened on his hot cockskin and jacked his prick slowly, gently. A faraway sound from deep in his chest. He turned onto his back and an arm closed around my back. I edged a knee between his. My right fit against his chest, Warren half under me as I licked the hollows of his neck.

"Oh wow, that's…"

"Good?" I licked again.

"Yeah. It tickles." I smiled, lapped a long wet streak up the underside of his chin, teased him with short pecks and then gave him my tongue. Warren didn't know what to do with it, so I pressed it wetly between his teeth.

"Now give me your tongue," I whispered.

"You sure can kiss," he said. "No girls I ever went out with…" It sounded as if he was afraid of offending me, afraid of implying that I might be less than a "good" girl.

We kissed again, and this time Warren let me suck his tongue. I took my hand away from his cock and guided his wrist until his fingers were spread out against the silken surface of my panties. I let him touch my pantied pussy, urging him lower finally until he discovered how wet I was between the legs. The sensation of his finger pressed tight to the clinging satin sent fever through my loins. My breath grew shallower.

I guided his hand again, this time inside the elastic band of my panties. He pulled back from the furry heat at first, but I pressed him on until I felt his finger rub against my hot and wet cuntlips.

"GO ahead," I gasped, "touch my pussy inside…!"

Warren did. There was a soft, squishy sound as my cuntlips parted and then closed back around his soaked fingers. He didn't know where to excite me, but it was excitement enough to experience his tender explorations. He was so afraid of hurting me! So gentle.

"Yes… you can stick your finger deeper there… ohhh, Warren!"

I caught his ear and nibbled it hungrily. The stimulation added fire to his hand and he probed against the velvet membranes of my cunt… two knuckles deep, three. Then as far as he could go. We panted into each other's mouths.

I held his face with both hands and kissed him. Kissed and devoured his lips, his teeth. Our tongues enticed the loving. My tits felt blistered and swollen. I ribbed my nipples across his hairless, white chest, shoved my pussy up and down against his digging fingers.

I sat up in the bed, stripped off my drenched panties. Warren had sat up too, was watching me in the growing grey light from outside. I could see the shadowed planes of his face, the straight nose and lovely wide mouth. He looked so serious! He noticed that I was looking at his cock, and he moved his hips as if embarrassed.

"Your cock looks so sexy," I said, my voice husky with want.

I put my fingers against the inside of his thigh. His slender cock pulsed, pointing towards the ceiling. The foreskin had stretched back some with his excitement, and I could see the darker tip of his glans. It was bluish purple, glistening with its own oily juice.

"I want to look at your prick."

Warren dropped his eyes, fell back against the pillows. I straddled one of his legs and pressed my soaking cuntlips down against his knee. He raised it slightly and I rocked my pussy against the bluntness, my hands resting on his sharp hipbones. Then I let my head fall forward, dropped my tits until they swung above his thighs.

I was close enough to smell Warren's cock odor. The excitement of our touchings had heightened my senses. I smoothed his panting belly, touched his cock again. The ballsac was clenched firmly under the base of his huge prick. I was shaking. Cock in my mouth, an old hang-up… but now I wanted to experience that very thing. Maybe just a taste of jizz.

With thumb and finger I pulled his foreskin back on the cockshaft. The mushroomed glans was bare now and I adored the graceful curve of it, the knot of flesh and the tiny orifice at the very tip.

Hot cuntjuice rushed from my pussy. I was pleasantly surprised at the way Warren was letting me fuck his knee. He pressed up as I moved, and the squishy rubbing of my cuntlips together shot pleasure through my thigh muscles and up my tummy.

I pulled the foreskin back even harder, pulled it until the cocktip was bent downward at the very end. Warren grunted, moved his hips in that natural way of fucking that everyone in the world knows without practice. There was an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I pushed my face closer, blew my warm breath against the underside of his cock. Then I let my tongue flick out, testing the way it might feel. Skin. Warm skin, no it was hot! Warren tossed his head on the pillow. His fists were clenched beside him. His cock twitched in my hand.

I felt his balls. The smallish eggs moved aside in their slick bag. I probed more, found the secret tube that coursed out of the depths of his body and up the underside of his cockshaft. My hair formed a curtain as I brought my mouth down again. My lips touched that knob of hot, hard flesh at the top of his glans. His prick was shiny in the ever-growing light. I jacked the skin slowly, watched the crown pump fuller with blood.

"Shelby… I'm…"

Warren's words seemed to burst in my ears as I licked my lips before kissing the end of his cock. I kissed harder, letting my tongue scrape the tender engorged surface of his cock. I could feel his prick swelling in my hand. His sac loosened from our combined heat, his balls were heavier against my fingers. I played with the tender ovals, squeezed one tenderly and brought my lips down to caress it through the skin of his hairy scrotum.

"Ohhhh, God…"

His hips tried to plunge, stopped when I brought my tongue slowly up his length. His cock wasn't more than five inches long, but heavy as it bobbed against my cheek. I captured it and for the first time rounded my lips into a tight O and slipped them down around the hot head of his prick.

The new sensation dizzied me. For a moment I had to let my mouth rest there, the ridged crown of his cock just inside the sharp line of my teeth. I caught my breath, quieted my thundering heart. I extended my trembling tongue against the puffed glans and brought it quickly back. The next time I licked, I had the courage to push my mouth down further. Two inches of Warren's cock was now in my mouth. I swallowed my frothy spit, licked, lowered my head more. Dizzy again.

I was panting as fast as poor Warren! His fingers tangled clumsily in my hair, fell weakly away.

I licked forward and back, catching a rhythm from his contracting ass muscles and giving it back to him. As I moved my tongue back into my mouth each time a suction formed, his cock swelled in time to my movements. I brushed his glans again and felt the bulging vein of his cometube. Spit drooled from the corners of my mouth.

I could hardly believe how much I was enjoying the fullness, the slender hardness of Warren's cock in my mouth. I felt like a novice cocksucker. Bruce had wanted me to go down on him and I had always refused. Now I was ecstatic in having found this new pleasure. I wanted to try variations, learn what made Warren the more excited.

Slick juice dripped from my cunt, but I was too intent on sucking that sweet prick to bother with my own pleasure right now. I tried bobbing my head up and down. It was hard to do gracefully at first, but I quickly learned how to keep the angle of my mouth so it would match the jut of Warren's cock.

My spit trickled down onto his balls and I squished it around with my fingers. His balls jiggled inside the sac. Yes, he would come if I kept sucking his cock like I was. Did I want to fuck him first? Did I want him inside my pussy? The burning realization increased my fires. I tensed the muscles in my ass, felt my cunt contract, wanting to be filled with hot cock. Without thinking about it, I fluttered my tongue tip over the tumid edge of his glans.

The soury, slightly flat taste that came into my mouth shocked me. I had tasted Scott's come on my fingers, but now the aroma of jizz assaulted my senses. As I pulled back, a jet of Warren's semen shot against my tongue. His hips thrust up to find my mouth again, but I couldn't make myself suck his jizz, swallow it. I felt wrong inside for not being able to finish what I'd started, but I couldn't.

I circled my fingers around his taut cock instead and moved the foreskin up and down around the swelled, turgid head. Hat shots of come arced onto Warren's flat belly. Some come dribbled thickly down my fingers, down his thigh, spotting the bed. Then only tiny eruptions came. His cock glistened slickly and the aroma of semen came sharply to my nose. I didn't know whether I liked it or not. But I did know that it excited me.

"Guess I kind of goofed," I said, resting my body against his.

He was smiling faintly, still breathing hard. "God that was like nothing I've ever felt before." His shyness was tempered with the excitement I'd brought to his body. "I should have said something. I guess… I mean, I didn't really want to… do it in your…" Shyness won out. He swallowed, tried to wet dry lips.

"Hey, it's okay. Maybe next time it won't matter."

He looked at me. The light in the room was that of early morning and Warren seemed dazed. As if he'd been dreaming and expected to wake up at any moment.

"I don't believe this. I swear to Jesus, I don't." I hugged him. "When you rest a little, you might…" I was catching his shyness, "…touch me on my… cunt."

Warren's hands went to my pussy eagerly. He fumbled between the soaked folds of my cuntlips, fumbling… not quite in the right place.

"More to the front, honey… more. That's better!" I could feel him frown against my tit as he concentrated. "Feel that little bump?"

"Here…"

"Ohhh, wow! Yes!" I clenched his shoulder, sunk my fingernails into the white plane of his chest. "You're a fast learner," I gasped.

We lay side by side as Warren stroked my clit with his finger. I was already close, the cocksucking had done that much. And now I felt myself moving quickly, maybe too quickly, towards my orgasm.

"Warren… stop far a second…" I gasped for breath. "I want to enjoy this."

"You feel so good next to me… I just didn't know how soft a girl could be…" He shut up, afraid that he was sounding stupid.

"You feel good next to me too!" I kissed him sloppily on the mouth.

"I don't believe this…" he mumbled, fingers swimming through my slick cunt again.

My clit pulsed against his touch. Damn it, things were coming fast again, but I couldn't keep making him stop. He wanted so much to please me. I held tight to his shoulders, then began to inch my body up over his. Warren let me, not acknowledging that there was anything funny about it.

I acted like I was out of my head with passion… it was very easy to do since every rub of his fingertip sent furious storms of joy through my body. My feverish pussy was flooded with juice. I could hear the wet sounds as he fingered my cunt. I was on top of Warren's slender body now, pumping my cuntmound up and down against his hand. I could feel his cock too, still limp and damp with dried spit and come. My tits were flattened against him, I rocked and wiggled as the ecstasy overtook me.

"Ohhhh no! Oh Goddamn!"

My cunt felt terribly swollen, wonderfully abused. I clutched Warren's back. My mouth opened over his and I drove my tongue almost into his throat.

Warren clutched one cheek of my ass. The warmth of his hand was all I needed. As he fingered my cunt, I jerked from the first ravishing thrill, cried out as the second shiver spiked through my body. My ass writhed in a convulsive, wild way. I tried not to bite Warren's lips, bit them anyway and quickly tried to kiss away the hurt, babbling like a crazy the whole time.

"Ohhhh, Warren… sweet, strong baby… keep fingering my cunt!"

Warren was obviously over his head. I knew he had never had a girl who came on like I did… I just knew. I tasted blood, truly hoped that it was mine. My hips continued to fuck against his hand until I had rubbed every bit of goodness from my body. Then I collapsed my weight upon slender, Warren. I felt truly fucked, dazed, wonderfully weak. And some day… the next time I wanted his cock in my pussy! That pretty prick I had almost had courage to suck the come out of.

I slipped to Warren's warm side and we slept. Once I was conscious of him hugging my back, aware of the rigid bulge of his cock. But I drifted off again, dreaming misty dreams of our night together.