Kim fidgeted around the locker, picking things tap and putting them down again. Her stomach was tight and nervous. Her ears were cocked for the sound of footsteps in the corridor. A hot worm of horniness was slowly gnawing its way through her guts.
For the twentieth time, at lent, she started to get dressed. But her desperate need wouldn't let her get off that easily. It was wrong, it was crazy, but she had to do it, or at least try.
God help her if anyone saw it happen. The sewing circle vultures would descend on the carcass of her reputation and, gloating and chuckling with bitchy glee, strip it to the bone.
Kim decided that it was either so simple it couldn't fail, or so simple it was sure to. It was crazy. She thought it through again, until she reached the part where her pussy started to burn and she couldn't think any more. She had no idea what would happen beyond that point.
A sudden clink and clatter from Perry's locker made Kim freeze. Carefully, she turned toward the hole, and cursed herself for a fool. Obviously, Perry had been waiting for her! For a moment she considered dropping the whole plan. Letting him watch her masturbate had been quite a thrill, after all.
Then she thought of his trim body and beautiful cock, and stiffened her resolve. She had to get closer to that sleek prick. Her lust flared hotter and she began to shake with nervousness.
"Perry McBride, are you in then?" she called, trying to keep her voice level.
She waited a moment, sensing his sudden fright. Deliberately, noisily, she opened her door, but stayed in the locker. "I know you're there, Perry. And I know about the peep hole. Now I want you to come over here, right now. My door is unlocked. All you have to do is walk in."
The silence was so thick she could almost hear his sweat drops hitting the floor. She ignored her own stomach-twisting case of nerves.
"Perry, I'm going to give you until the count of ten to come over here," Kim said firmly. "If you aren't here by then, I'll go out to the front desk and make out a complaint about the hole you drilled in the wall."
She wouldn't really do it, of course. He would be in a real mess if she did. He hadn't done anything new – people had been doing it since Adam and Eve. And besides, the voyeurism and exhibitionism were better than nothing.
She had reached seven when she heard his locker door opening. At nine her locker door opened very slowly and hesitantly, and the frightened youngster slipped into the muggy shade of the locker.
"Close the door behind you," Kim ordered softly. "And lock it."
When he hesitated, she smiled. "I'm not going to hurt you. I don't bite!"
As he locked the door, she studied him. For several days she had watched him around the pool. That was what had led her to this. Just the sight of him made her pussy steam with desire.
He was a loner, basically. Most boys his age were either horsing around and showing off for the girls, or off playing baseball or something. Perry was always thoughtfully attentive to the younger kids, intensely shy with the girls, and deferential and polite with his elders.
And he was so… so pretty it made her mouth water. She stood with her arms folded, and eyed him as he pressed his back against the door. The glare over the top made it hard to see his face.
She changed her own position, moved over to the wall that had the spy hole in it. She tried to appear casual and relaxed, though inside she was steaming. "Sit down, if you want," she said softly. He was watching her like a rabbit watching a snake.
She took a deep breath. "I know you spy on me when I'm undressed," she began nervously. He started to open his mouth. She didn't give him a chance to say anything. "I've known about it for over a week."
Perry's mouth opened and he began stuttering apologies. She stopped him with a wave of her hand, and felt her tits harden in her bikini bra. She was nearing the crutial point. "You're not stupid," she noted. "If you'll stop and think, you'll realize that there are several things I could have done to stop it any time I wanted. I could have called your parents and complained, talked to the director of the pool, or I could have corked the hole with something."
"Yes'm," Perry whispered, mortified.
"But I didn't," she noted, talking a deep breath. Her chest ached with nervousness and horniness. "I didn't, because I didn't mind. I don't mind you peeking at me. As a…" She stopped to swallow the lump in her throat. "As a matter of fact, I have enjoyed knowing you were… looking at me. Lots of girls, women are like that. It's very flattering to know you like to look at me naked."
His eyes began to shine at this revelation.
"But, I think, to be fair, you should let me see you naked," she went on, her cunt clenching and unclenching. She didn't mention that she had, spied on him once, and wondered if he knew about it. She hadn't spied on him since, much as she had wanted to, for fear he might catch on and be frightened off.
When he didn't say anything she prodded gently, saying, "Well?"
"I… I guess so," he stammered hoarsely. He didn't make any move to take off his bathing suit. She wondered if he wore a jock strap.
Smoke coiled up from the bonfire of her lust. She could feel her bikini bottom getting wet with pussy seepings. "Maybe it would be easier if I got undressed first?" she asked, and, not waiting for him to answer, reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Casually, more casually than she felt, she let it slip off her breasts. She felt her nipples swell and pulse with arousal as air touched them. As gracefully as she could, she hung the bra up.
Then, just as if she was alone, she skinned the bottom of her suit down her long, shapely legs and stepped out of it. She made no attempt to conceal her brown-muffed pussy. She gave him a good look at the graceful lines of her body, the curve of her ass, the mature weight of her breasts. Then she turned away from him and hung the suit bottom up.
She felt his eyes on her. He was only two feet away. Her horniness boiled higher. She turned back toward him, saw the way he was licking his lips, saw the shine in his eyes as he glanced from her face to her tits to her pussy, and back to her tits. His eyes didn't rest for a moment – they skipped from one part of her body to another. She could almost feel his hot, eager looks as actual touches.
In a sensuous motion, she stroked her hands up her naked torso and over her breasts. She ended the move in a nervous, muscle-and-joint-cracking stretch that left nothing to his imagination. Then she writhed like a cat in heat tantalizing a horny tom.
There was a mammoth, uncomfortable-looking bulge in his bathing suit. From the looks of it, he did wear a jock. And, if he did, he had to be in agony.
When he didn't make any move to strip, she took the bull by the horns. "Perry, all I have to do is show Mr. Carmichael the hole in the wall and you won't be allowed back for the rest of the year," she said softly, knowing how much swimming meant to him, knowing also that she would never do it.
"You wouldn't!" His hands opened and closed nervously as his eyes skated over her sleek nudity.
"Take off your bathing suit, and I won't have to," she said quietly.
Then he did take his eyes off her. He stand grimly, humbly, ashamedly down at himself as he fumbled with the string of his suit. When he got the cord tangled in a knot, he picked at it desperately. His terror increased his clumsiness.
Just as he was about to burst into tern, Kim took pity on him. Going over to him, she shifted him away from the door so sunlight spilled over his tanned and freckled shoulders and she could see what she was doing. Then she cased his hands away from the knotted cord, and carefully began picking it apart with her long, tapered nails.
As she worked, she felt his eyes on her bare breasts. She didn't look at his face. "You may touch my breasts if you want," she told him softly.
The first touch of his fingers was like the kiss of a butterfly. Her nipples felt as if they were about to split. She fit his fingers press her boots as if he couldn't believe the wait, live softness of them. He bumped his fingers over her distended tits, made them flaw hot as stars. Her legs began to shake with desire.
She finally got the knot loose. She tugged and dragged at his suit, revealed a strained, tormented jock strap. Very carefully and tenderly, she liberated his thrusting tower, let it stand out from his strawberry blond bush. She wanted to curl her fingers around his jutting shaft, feel its heat, its hardness, its vigor and arousal. Instead, she shoved his jock and suit down, around his thighs.
Then, gently slipping out of his grasp, she knelt and pulled his suit the rest of the way down. He stepped out of it, and, with a casualness she didn't feel, she got up and hung it beside hers.
When she turned back, he made a token, totally futile effort to conceal his cock from her gaze. She disarmed him, eased his hands aside, and curled her fingers around his cock shaft. She was rewarded by an almost instantaneous spurt of crystalline pre-cum. Curious and horny beyond belief, she touched a finger to that gleaming drop, then lifted her finger to her mouth. A shiny, gossamer strand of the viscous fluid stretched from finger to dick tip.
She tasted his seepings as he watched, astonished. At the same time, she fingered his pecker, smeared his slime over his hot meat. He tasted good – sort of salty – which surprised her.
"Touch me again," she ordered as she fondled his cock. She slipped her fingers down under, found his balls. She felt them contract defensively and curled her hand around them, cupped them. They lowered their gentle weight, nestled in her palm like live eggs.
His hands cupped her breasts, pressed, and her nipples tried to burrow through his palms. He formed living bra cups for her boobs and her whole body felt the warmth of his hands.
She skated her thumb over the tip of his dick, slid on the thick coating of juices. By moving her fingers up the underside of his dick, she could milk drops from him at will.
"Could I… could I kiss them?" Perry asked.
Kim gulped as a red-hot knot the size of a volleyball formed in her chest. "If… you'd like," she whispered.
She held his dick still, and braced herself. He only came up to her chin, so he barely had to bow his head. She felt his lips touch her nipple. An electric current lashed her nerve paths to flame. She squeezed his dick, hard, then released it and began stroking his tousled blond locks. He nuzzled her clit, then sucked on it. She felt her cunt spasm madly. He suckled on her breasts like a baby, first one and then the other. But he wasn't feeling the hunger of any baby. Her insides were steaming with horniness.
Her hips began to hump as he nursed and nursed on her, fired her lust with his mouth. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pressed his face against her cushioned chest, felt his teeth dig into her tender flesh. His hands were on her, on her chest, curling under her breasts while his mouth worked on the tips.
"Enough," Kim gasped at last and forced herself to ease him away from her burning breasts.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, frightened.
"It's all right," she assured him quickly. "It just felt… too good. It felt fantastic!"
"Did you cum?" he asked, startling her with his bluntness and innocence.
"Cum? Uh, no."
"Oh," he said, obviously disappointed. "You don't know much about sex, do you?"
"No sex-education class in school?"
He shook his head. "It got cut from the school budget."
Kim was glad she and Walter had helped vote the budget down – though not for economic reasons.
"I saw you… uh… playing with yourself once," Perry said.
"Oh?" This, of course, she knew. But his admission, and the memory of the event, made her excitement twist tighter. "How much did you see?"
"Not much," he admitted glumly. "I saw you put your fingers in yourself – and the suntan cream."
"Do you know where I put them?" Kim asked, her chest banded with steel.
"Uh-uh," he admitted, shaking his head. She choked on the next question. "Would you… would you like to see?"
Perry acted as if she had offered him a million dollars, tax free. "Yeah!" He started to bend down.
"Wait. I'll sit down and you can kneel on the floor." She eased onto the bench, lifted one foot to it, then spread her thighs wide and exposed her snatch. She saw him shaking as he sank down at her feet. Slouching, she eased her ass to the edge of the bench.
"You can touch me, if you want," she assured him softly.
She looked down as his hands neared her pussy. Then his fingers touched her springy curls, stroked them curiously. A hair caught in his fingernail and tugged, stinging, at her labes.
"Watch," she said, putting her hands on the outer edges of her pussy lips. She opened them like the valves of a clam, unveiled the shining pink heart, of her crotch to his astonished gaze. The air on her sopping folds felt like dry ice. It dried her juices, and triggered another sticky, slippery flood.
"Gosh!" he gasped.
Keeping her twat open, she slid one finger down to the weeping pucker of her cock socket. "That's my vagina," she explained, more clinically than she was feeling. "Just above it is my urethra. And, above it, sort of tucked in under that little hood, is my clitoris, or clit."
"What does it do?"
"It's… the part that… really turns a woman on when it's touched," Kim explained.
"Can I touch it?"
Kim braced herself before she agreed. But the touch of his finger against her nerve-nub still made her groan. Perry kept touching her clit, kept making it wriggle and squirm.
"Enough," she said at last.
He jerked his hand away from her clit guiltily. "Sorry," he apologized.
"It's okay," she said, panting, shuddering.
"Your vagina is where you put your fingers," Perry stated after a moment of silence.
"And that's… uh… where I'd put my… uh cock, if I was to fuck you," he added. "Uh-huh," she agreed, her throat knotting. "Could I?" he asked hesitantly. "Why don't you… put your finger in me, first," she whispered.
She felt his finger slip shyly between her slippery folds. She let her head sag back against the wall as a wave of lust raged through her, made her spread her legs even wider than before. She felt his finger worm around in her as he explored the velvety walls of her clutching tunnel. Then he touched her clit again, at the same time, and she moaned and her hips rolled on the hard bench.
"Kiss it," she whispered.
"KISS IT?!" He was shocked to the core by the suggestion.
"Please," she moaned. "My clit, kiss my clit. You'll like it, honest you will! You'll like it."
She felt hot breath on her clit. Then his lips touched her slick petals, and a flame front of ecstasy roared through her. Releasing her pussy lips, she grasped his head and guided his mouth to her clit. He kissed her, sucked a tiny bit, slipped her bud between his lips. His finger was squirming in, her vagina as his tongue stroked her firing pin closer and closer to the flash point.
"Awww," she moaned. "I'm cuming," she wailed softly. "Awww, I'm cumming." Her voice trailed off, became a senseless gargle as the flames flogged her senseless. Shuddering and whimpering, she pushed his mouth away from her twat.
"Did you cum?" he asked excitedly. "Did you really cum?"
Kim nodded weakly. "I really did."
"Gosh!" Then he frowned. "I guess you won't want to fuck now."
Kim chuckled and felt her pussy clench with desire. "Oh yes I will," she assured him. "Oh yes I will."
"You will!" He started to get to his feet.
"But wait a minute, okay?"
"Okay," he said, disappointed.
"Don't worry," she assured him. "We'll fuck. You're kind of excited right now."
"Well, sure!"
"And that means," she went on, "that you wouldn't last very long inside me."
"Oh?"
"And that means it wouldn't be as good for me as it could be, nor as good for you, for that matter."
Perry mulled this over. He was sitting on the floor with his legs slightly apart. He had his arms around his knees. His cock was a throbbing monument to horniness. "Gosh, what should I do?"
Kim felt her joints and muscles creak as she moved the foot she had had on the bench to the floor, "Sit here," she ordered, patting the bench.
When Perry scrambled to his feet, his dick swayed and flapped, flung a thick drop of lubricating juice away. He sat down on the edge of the bench. Kim slipped to the floor. She moved around, knelt in front of him. She kept her thighs tight together and her back straight. Her breasts jutted out proudly. Reaching up, she put her hands on his knees and eased them apart.
"What're you going to do?" he asked, his voice cracking.
She had a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I," she said carefully, "am going to suck your cock."
His gulp was rather loud. Focusing her attention on his thrusting dork, she eased forward between his legs, and reached for the jutting tool. Tenderly, she gripped the base with thumbs and forefingers. The gentle grip produced a flood of clear juice from the tiny slit. The thick fluid slithered down his dick and pooled against one of her thumbs.
Leaning forward over his cock, she licked the tip delicately. She tasted his seepings, inhaled his warm scent. There we an animal attraction to the aroma of his seepings, his sweat, even the sour smell from his humid groin. She licked his dick tip again, stroked the velvety cap, coated her tongue with his leakings.
His prick was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen! His sparse pubic patch was a delicate pale reddish shade. His prick shaft was ivory pale, ribbed with bulging veins, collared by a hazy pink circumcision scar. The head was pink and bluish. On the underside, towards her, the groove between shaft and cap arrowed up toward the slit at the tip. The touch of her tongue on that point brought a throbbing, oozing response. She lapped up the results eagerly.
Then she opened her mouth wide, and carefully cased it down over his cock. The first contact was with the back of her tongue. Her throat spasmed in a gag reflex.
She closed her lips around his pecker, pressed her tongue against the underside, and slowly pulled upwards. His dick slid through her lips and along her tongue.
Then, resting her arms on his smooth thighs, she eased her head down again, and began, very slowly and easily, to slide her mouth up and down his cock. She put her fingers on the part of his dick that she couldn't get in her mouth.
It didn't take long. She knew it wouldn't. She felt his hips shifting and shoving as his lust boiled higher. She could see the hard tenseness in his gut as she slurped on his pecker. His thighs trembled, his legs closed on her, pressed in on the sides of her breasts. Her tits were just brushing the hard edge of the bench. They were burning like fire, making her pussy water blindly.
The first spurt of his cum felt like a bullet ripping down the barrel of a rifle. She felt his prick tube squirm as the thick gobbet coursed along it. She felt it with her fingers, then with her tongue. She sucked, just as the first burning wad spattered the back of her mouth. The thick fluid spilled down onto her tongue, triggered the impulse to swallow, and a flood of spit from her salivary glands.
The spurts came in powerful jets. She felt each as a hot prod at the back of her mouth. They reminded her of when she used to drink from a squirt gun when she was a child. Only this fluid wasn't cool and tasteless and thin. It was thick and gooey. It was hot and heavy with the flavor of sex. The scent of semen flooded her head. She swallowed and gulped the creamy jizz, pressed the spurting shaft with her tongue, milked it with her hands in an effort to drain it dry, to keep it spurting for as long as possible. She wanted to wring the last drops of pleasure out of the act for him, as well as the last drops of his first load of the day.
When the spurting finally became twitches and seeping, she stroked his dick from base to tip with her hands. With her mouth embracing just the rubbery head, she sucked hard, dragged the last delectable morsels from his cock. She didn't stop sucking until his pecker was rubbery and shriveled. She had sucked the stuffings right out of it! Then she sat back and wiped off her chin. She looked up, saw the look of contentment on his face. His smooth, hairless chest was rising and falling evenly.
"Wow!" he said at last. "That we better… better than…"
"Better than when you use your hand?" she asked softly.
"How did you know I did that?" he demanded. Kim bit her lip. "I could lie, and say that I only suspected you did it."
"But you knew!"
Kim bit her lip again and nodded. She was feeling a little ashamed of herself. "I, alt, did some spying myself," she confessed, wondering how he would react.
"Oh?" Surprise. "Oh!"
"Well, you did it to me," she pointed out defensively. Then she went soft and admiring, and patted his drained pecker. "You are awfully handsome, you know."
"I am?"
He looked down at himself. "Lots of guys are a lot hairier than I am."
"I like men without much hair," she assured him.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Huh!" He thought for a moment, frowned wryly. "Well, no fuck today."
"Why not?"
He gestured at his drained dick. "Used up."
Kim fought down a knowing smile. "Well, would you like to have lunch with me?"
"Is it lunch time already?"
"I've got some baked ham at home. And lots of milk and cola, and an overloaded cookie jar," she told him, resorting to bribery.
"I was gonna have lunch here," he said vaguely.
"Mine's free."
"I guess we better get dressed, huh?"
"You know my car?"
"Uh, yeah. The yellow two-seater."
"I'll meet you outside the back gate, okay?"
Discretion made her say that. If he was seen leaving with her, tongues would be sure to wag. "Look like you're hitch-hiking, okay?"
"Can I watch you dress?"
She almost said he could, then changed her mind. "Later on, maybe. You go to your locker and remember where to meet me."