She punched the garage door opener when they were still half a block away. The door began rumbling down before she shut the motor off. When Perry started to open his door, she stopped him, made him wait until the garage door was all the way closed.
"Okay," she said at last, opening her door. If her secretive behavior puzzled him he gave no sign of it. He followed her into the kitchen and gazed around the sunlit room curiously. She tried to ignore the hot tenseness in her innards and began bustling about.
"What'll it be?" she asked. "A sandwich?"
"Uh, you got any peanut butter?"
"Yeah, sure, if that's what you want."
"With jelly, please, and milk to drink."
"Here, you make your sandwich, and I'll get the drinks," she suggested.
As they ate in silence, she wondered if kids had changed much since she had been one.
"Perry?" she began hesitantly.
"Yeah?" he asked warily.
She wondered if she should call the whole thing off. Then she thought about what they had already done, and decided that stopping now was ridiculous. "What's the blood oath of secrecy for kids today?"
"Huh?"
She tried again. "What's the most sacred oath you can take? Cross your heart and hope to die? Something like that?"
"Oh, never mind," she snorted, angry with herself. "What difference would it make anyway? You… won't tell anyone about what we've done, will you?"
"Tell? Gosh, no!"
Kim combed slender fingers through her short curls, then nodded curtly. "Good. It would cause both of us a lot of trouble if anyone found out."
"Yeah, I guess so."
Kim's belly squirmed as she eyed him. Her skin was crawling with anticipation. He seemed to be lingering over his food.
"Had enough?" she asked when at last he began slowing down.
"Gee, yeah, thanks," he sighed contentedly. "They were really good."
"Glad you liked them," she noted, getting up nervously.
"Guess I'll be heading back to the pool now," he said.
She whirled toward him, stunned.
"Don't worry about driving me," he added. "It isn't far. I can walk."
"What?"
His hand was on the door knob. "Thanks for the…"
"You aren't really going to leave, are you?" she asked, fear congealing her guts.
"Well, uh, you did say for lunch," he noted, confused.
Understanding dawned, and with it a wave of laughter that bordered on hysteria. She fought it down when she saw his fear and embarrassment. "You thought I meant just lunch?" she asked softly.
Perry gulped. "Didn't you?"
Seemingly by accident, she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse and rubbed the soft skin gracefully. He stood at the back door like a statue. His hand was still on the knob. She walked over to him. Her fingers touched his tee-shirted chest, stroked his developing pectoral muscles. His nipples hardened. "I thought, we should… uh… continue your education," she whispered. "Now, why don't you undress me?"
"Undress you?" he squeaked.
She smiled. "How to undress a girl is one of the most important things a boy can learn."
"How to undress a girl?"
"You start," she said, "by feeling her breasts through clothes, like this." She stroked his chest with her fingers. Her lust rose at the feel of his warm body under the thin shirt.
His hands brushed her breasts, pressed them through her blouse, wrinkled her bra cups. When his shy fingers stroked over the peaks, her nipples began to ache inside her bra.
She slid her hands down and eased his tee shirt up, bared his flat, trim stomach. Below his navel a thin line of golden hair disappeared into the waist of his jeans. She rumpled his shirt up, then, barely breaking his touch on her still-concealed breasts, eased it off him.
"Then you unbutton her blouse," she went on, exploring his satin skin with her fingertips. "And ease it back off her shoulders."
She let it drop to the floor. Goosebumps of excitement covered her arms and shoulders as he licked his lips and stared at her bra.
This time he didn't need any prompting to touch her bra-cupped boobs. She held her shoulders back, thrust her tits out for his exploration. Her horniness raged higher. Unable to restrain herself, she unbuckled his belt, ran his fly down. His dick surged out against his underpants as his jeans flopped open and slid down his slender legs. Her hands dove inside his underpants and in seconds she had hold of his cock.
Then she let go of his prick and turned her back on him. She reached behind herself and jammed his underpants down his thighs, exposed his cock and balls. "Unhook my bra," she ordered softly. "And then slide your hands around and hold my breasts."
She clutched his pecker and leaned back against him as he fondled her soft mounds. She tactilely measured its length, girth, and hardness. She let it slip over her ass as he fingered her tits. Finally she let go of his dong and shed her bra completely. Crossing her arms demurely over her boobs, she turned to face him.
"Now my shorts," she ordered. She shivered at the touch of his hand on her fly-front pants. She looked down at him, at his sweat-beaded face, as he struggled with the zipper, then the hook. The shorts spread open, revealed the panties – lacey, translucent, low-cut bikinis that made her snatch a mysterious shadow.
Without being asked, he knelt to strip her shorts down. She stepped out of them gracefully. He stayed on his knees, and his fingers touched her pussy through the panties. It made her twat leak into the cotton crotch. She kept her arms crossed over her breasts, and let her legs part slightly. He explored her humid crotch through the panties, pressed her moist, hot softness through the material.
When he grasped the hem of her panties, it was his idea, not hers. She felt them drag down, tug over the curve of her ass. She saw the first wisps of her bush spring outwards. Then he was dragging the panties down her long legs to her feet. He steadied her as she stepped daintily out of her last garment.
Then, with no prompting from her, he nuzzled his face into her pussy. She moaned as his tongue stroked into her hot twat. She put a hand on his head to steady herself as she was rocked by a force-ten earthquake. He gripped her hips, clutched her ass, and burrowed deep into her snatch. Her guts were a sodden puddle of pure horniness.
"Enough," she grunted at last, stooping slightly, withdrawing her cunt, lifting him by the shoulders. He came up against her. His bare chest pressed into her naked torso, mashed her tits into his satin smooth skin. For a moment, she squirmed against him. Then she pushed him away.
"My turn," she explained, sinking to her knees and helping him out of the tangle of his shorts and jeans. His bobbed in front of her face – a tantalizing popsicle that made her mouth water. Leaning forward, she sucked his dick in and gave it a short, tender tongue bath. She fondled his balls, felt them squirm in their thin sac.
Then she surged to her feet and took his hand. "Come on. Let's go to the bedroom."
He held back a moment when he saw the monster king-sized bed, then let her pull him into the brightly lighted bedroom.
"If you need to go to the john, its through that door," she said softly.
"Uh, thanks."
Kim smiled and stared thoughtfully at the bed. Then a tremor of fear rockedher. Maybe she shouldn't do it after all. She remembered the taste of his jizz, the sight of his cock, and decided it was too late to stop now. She freed the pillows from the bed-spread, but left the coven drawn up. She lay down, on her side of the bed, and stared at the bathroom door.
"Come," she said softly, beckoning with one hand. The boy had frozen in the door of the bathroom. His cock was waving as if searching for a target. She let her thighs part a little to display the nest that was waiting for his aching hard-on.
He joined her on the bed, rested the full length of his satin-smooth young body against hers. His cock lay along her sleek thigh like a hot bar of iron. She felt his juice sting her skin as his dick leaked.
Nuzzling against one breast, he cupped the other with his hand. He fingered her nipple, made her gasp. His lips found her other tit. She moaned as he bit the little bud gently. She groped blindly for his pecker and wrapped her hand around its long, hard length. Her thumb coated the head with his grease, then her fingers milked a fresh flood from his shaft.
His hand abandoned her breast, though his mouth didn't. His fingers stroked down her slender torso, over the soft curve of her tummy, and combed through the curls of her pussy hair. She moved her thighs wider apart. Instinctively, he let one finger slide between her soft cunt lips and rub gently over her clit. She groaned with delight.
Easing past her flaming pleasure spot, his finger moved to the funnel entrance of her vagina, eased into her streaming hole. Kim let her hips rise and hump as he probed her slick depths and sucked and nibbled her tit. She pumped her hand on his pecker as he finger-fucked her. Her palms made a wet sticky noise because his juices were so copious.
He eased a second finger into her twat, stretched her tunnel, fed the flames roaring in her groin.
Kim's butt heaved and rolled as she strained against the boys hand. His fingers began stirring her insides into a puddle of hunger. His palm on her clit was a warm, comforting, heavy weight. It was soothing her almost as much as it was arousing her. She spread her lop wide apart and he wrenched his mouth away from her tit. She saw him lift up, stare down at her gaping crotch, study his hand cupping her pussy, the fingers hooked in her hole.
She wished, madly, that there was a mirror over the bed so she could see, too. There wasn't, so she comforted herself with memories of his lovely body and eager dick.
Unable to bear the waiting any longer, she dragged him between her thighs. For a moment he resisted, not knowing what she wanted. Then he complied, and settled between her thighs with an easy motion. She curled her legs up around him, and he humped, rammed his cock at her groin blindly. He missed her cunt by quite a bit.
She reached down and guided his cock to her hole. He thrust again, and this time his dong went into her cunt. She tried to hold him back, but he was young and impatient, and got the full length of his dork into her with the single thrust. One moment she was starving, and the next she had a complete feast.
Kim hugged him to her and tangled her legs behind him. His cock doweled full depth in her belly; she locked him tight against her.
"Jesus!" Perry grunted, his fingers clawing her ribs as he tried to get his arms around her.
"Tell me what it feels like," she ordered hoarsely.
"It's hot," he answered. "Burning hot. It's like I have my dick in a pot of hot water. And it's wet and slippery, too. It's all wrapped around my dick like a glove."
"It makes me feel full," Kim informed him in a rich, throaty voice. "It makes me feel like I'm stuffed full of something heavy, and hot, and hard. It's stretching me. And you're grinding my clit, pinching it, crunching it like a bug under your heel."
He squirmed, and she felt his cock slipping in her clutching tunnel. She relaxed her legs, let him draw his dork out, then slide it back in. She felt it stroke the walls of her cunt, send flaming ecstasy raging through her insides.
"Oh, God! Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me."
His cock pistoned in her cylinder, his pubic arch pounded her clit. He wedged his fingers under her, pried his hands under her back, hugged her hard against him. He humped his slender hips between her clutching thighs. His cock felt like a white-hot iron bar searing its way in and out of her. Her clit became a hot liquid and boiled through her bloodstream as her pleasure roared higher and higher and higher.
"I'm… gonna… cum," he moaned.
"Yes!" she hissed, clawing at his back, at his ass. She yanked on his tight butt, spurred him on with her nails as her hips heaved up against his.
"Awwwuhhgg!" He erupted in her like Vesuvius. She felt his rutting ram spray her guts with creamy goo, felt every searing, spattering shot with her over-stimulated, over-sensitive innards.
Her orgasm was like a fireworks display. The glittering, spattering, hammering series of explosions left her deaf and battered. When they finally died away, she flopped limply under her teenage consort. She felt his drained dick give a last feeble lurch in her flooded cunt. His body pressed her into the mattress and their chests squirmed on a layer of sweat as they both fought to catch their breath.
Finally, she eased him off of her, out of her, rolled him onto his back on the wide bed. He lifted his head and gazed at her with amazement, admiration, and a lingering twinge of horniness. Looking at him lovingly, she tousled his already tangled, rumpled hair.
"Was I any good?" he asked.
She smiled. "That isn't a question you should ask, unless you're sure you'll like the answer. And, in that case, you don't need to ask it."
"Oh," he said, crestfallen.
"You were very, very good," she assured him softly.
"Honest?"
"Honest."
"You were fabulous!"
"How can you make a comparison? I mean, I was your first, wasn't I?" She hoped she was and felt a twinge of fear that she wasn't.
"Gosh, yeah!" Then his face fell. "I guess I can't make a comparison, can I?"
Kim laughed. "I was teasing you, silly. A person always knows whether it's good or not. I'm glad I was fabulous. The first time should always be fabulous."
"Oh?"
"Because, no matter how it is, you always remember your first time."
"Was your first time fabulous?" he asked. Kim thought back. "Hardly," she answered, managing to keep the bitterness out of her voice. What she remembered most vividly, aside from the pain of her hymen being ripped to bloody tatters, was that the backseat of the car had been cold and drafty and that she had been terrified she would get pregnant.
"Gee, that's too bad."
"Oh, I don't know," she said, brightening. "It makes yours all the more memorable since it was so good."
He frowned, then accepted the twisted logic and syntax. "I hadn't thought of that."
"I'm thirsty," Kim noted. "How about a soda?"
He surged to his feet. "I'll get 'em. Where are they?"
"In the refrigerator," she answered, and grinned as he dashed out of the room, cock flopping, and ass bouncing.
"Bottle opener?" he called from the kitchen as she was propping up the pillows.
"Drawer by the sink," she called, leaning back wearily and inspecting the sodden curls of her pussy.
He came back with two bottles, and joined her on the bed. He sat cross-legged, facing her. His eyes stroked her naked body admiringly. She saw his cock starting to rise. Quite a difference, she mused, from her darling husband's total indifference to her.
"You're beautiful," she noted.
"Thank you," she said huskily, feeling her eyes misting over. "You're very handsome."
"Thanks." He finished off his soda. "You done?"
Kim shook her head. He was ready to go again. "Just a minute," she said, wondering if maybe she had more than she could handle. She lingered over the drink in spite of his fidgeting. When she finally handed him the empty, he lurched up from the bed. His cock waved heavily.
"Where do these go?"
"Under the sink."
"Back in a minute."
Kim wondered what she could do with him. He got back before she had decided.
"You know what's fun after a fuck?" she asked, improvising quickly.
"What?"
"A nice long shower."
His face fell. "Oh."
She relented. "Together."
"Oh?"
"But first, I need to go to the bathroom."
"C… can I watch?"
"What?"
He flapped his hands. "Uh, well, uh, I mean, I've never seen a girl… uh… go to… uh… take a leak. I just, it, wondered how you do it."
Kim blinked, as surprised by her own horny reaction to his request as by the request itself. She bit her lower lip and tried to sort out her mad turmoil of emotions. "When I was your age, sometimes I'd do it in the shower," she mused.
Perry's grin answered the question before he did. "I do, often. I mean, after all, it all goes the same place. Right?"
"Right," she agreed. "Help me up, please."
Hand-in-hand, they went into the bathroom. He fidgeted as she adjusted the water carefully. Then he jostled against her as they wedged into the tub and slid the glass doors closed.
In the warm misty privacy of the shower Kim felt as young as the boy with her. Her insides were a hot, squirmy mass of excitement. The streaming water made the need to pee unbearable.
"Watch," she said over the steaming wash of the water. Backing away as far as she could, she spread her legs and bent her knees slightly. Just as the flood bunt from her bladder, Perry bent forward. The yellow cascade surged from her pussy, and the shower instantly smelled of fresh piss.
Kim inhaled with surprise when Perry reached out and let her urine flow over his fingers. "Hot," he noted, turning his hand in the yellow stream as it faded away. Kim began shaking in reaction. The pale liquid swirled around their feet and disappeared down the drain.
"Now it's my turn," Perry noted.
Kim watched, fascinated, as he gripped his semi-erect dick. There was a pregnant silence. Then a sloppy stream burst from the tip of his dick and splattered between her ankles. Without even thinking about it, she reached down and let the hot, hard column hose her hand. She was astonished at the heat, and the power behind it. Then it died away.
Without a moment's pause, they came together in a wet, slippery embrace. Grabbing the soap, she lathered him, slid her hands down his body until she had his jutting hard-on in her slick fingers. He soaped her breasts, then reached for her sopping pussy, and eased a soapy finger deep into her flooded cunt.
Releasing his cock after she had jacked her hand along it, she wiggled from his gasp and knelt, the water pounded down on her head. She bathed his long, strong, smooth legs from top to bottom, then turned him under the spray and did his back. As her fingers kneaded the hard globes of his butt, he pushed them at her invitingly. Unhesitatingly, she lathered the crack. His cock seemed to swell when her fingers stroked the pucker of his bung.
Experimentally, she touched his asshole delicately. He gave a snort of pleasure, and looked back at her. "What're you doing?"
Suddenly embarrassed, she stopped. "Nothing," she answered, hauling herself to her feet. "My turn."
Obediently, Perry knelt, and his hands stroked her legs lovingly as he bathed her. He stood up, turned her around. She squirmed sexily at the feel of his soapy hands on her naked back. When he got to her ass he did the cheeks, but avoided the valley. Then he sank to his knees and did the backs of her legs. She felt a little disappointed that he hadn't explored the crack of her tail.
Then his fingers parted her butt! She leaned forward, pushed her bottom toward him. His fingers pried into her valley, sent a wave of fire through her. He brushed her bum hole, and she moaned at the unexpected blast of pleasure. His soapy fingers massaged her puckery asshole. Every stroke sent a wave of pleasure ripping through her. A hat, horny itch was building in her. It was going to have to be satisfied sooner or later.
"Lets finish and get out of here," she suggested, forcing herself to turn away from his stroking, probing fingers.
In moments, still damp from the shower, they were together on the bed again. They sat facing each other, like Indians. This time he didn't waste any time on her tits, but went directly to her already-steaming pussy. As his finger slid up and down her exposed slit, she wrapped her hand around his jutting cock and stroked her thumb over the tip.
She wondered. He had already cum twice. She wondered if there could be a third full-fledged fuck left in him. He had the hard-on for it. Bending forward, curling around so he could keep his hand in her cunt, she slipped her warm, sucking mouth over his jutting pecker, tasted the soapy cleanliness of his dork.
When he twisted around and aimed his mouth toward her pussy, they tumbled side by side on the bed. She felt his head on her thigh. Then, after shifting one of his legs so she could do the awe, she devoted her full attention to his dick as he began raping her cunt with his tongue.
"Not this way," she moaned at last, a lust raged through her. She pushed him to his back and squirmed around and straddled him. She reached down for his dong and aimed it up into her cunt. She watched his face as she slowly lowered herself onto his jutting tower. The pleasure on his face made her own horniness and ecstasy seem pale. Holding herself very straight, Kim screwed herself up and down on the seemingly inexhaustible teenager. The sun played over her slender body. He reached up and fondled her thrusting mature tits as she pogo-sticked on him.
She fingered her clit while he watched. "Think you can cum again?" she asked, panting slightly.
"I don't know," he admitted. "How come you're playing with yourself?"
"My clit needs attention," she answered. "That's what usually makes a woman cum, having her clit stimulated."
"Oh."
"Move around, sideways will you?" she moaned.
"How come?"
"Mirror," she grunted. "Want to be able to see."
Now she could see! She could see the shining ivory column of his wang as she rose and fell. It slid in and out of her hairy crotch like a spear. The sight of it goring her groin sent her lust soaring higher. It split her inner folds, jammed into the tunnel of her cunt. A wave of juice spilled into his pubic bush, darkened its pale reddishness, made it stringy and soggy.
"I think I'm gonna cum," he grunted. "Aw, Jesus, this is gonna be a sonovabitch. Aaawwnnggghhh!"
She saw his cock spasming and pulsing. She felt his jizz spurt up into her, and saw a pearly wave spill out around has pumping, pulsing column. Then her own cuming wiped out everything but her pleasure. She saw a hot, pink flush blossom on her spitted snatch. Then she slumped forward and lay down on the teenage boy. For the first time in years she was totally exhausted and totally sated.