Kim tried to fight down the surge of excitement she felt from Al Lomata's touch on her shoulders, and concentrated on combing her hair. She could feel his dark eyes on the nape of her neck.
"Now, you don't mean that," he chided gently, his fingers toying with the soft wisps on the side of her neck.
"Get out of here, Al," Kim repeated, her voice quivering as the comb crackled through her hair.
"I'd get drenched," Al pointed out, indicating the downpour beyond the closed locker door. Flared blue-white and thunder hammered at them, punctuated his statement.
"Since you're wearing a bathing suit, it hardly matters," Kim noted, shuddering from the slow stroking of the side of her neck.
"Might get struck by lightning," Al added, his breath burning her ear.
Kim felt as if she had been struck by lightning when his lips touched her throat. She flinched away, and by mistake bared her throat to him as if she was surrendering.
When the thunderstorm had struck, everyone at the pool had dashed for cover. Kim, just out of the water, had grabbed her towel and sprinted for the bathhouse. Rather than stand on the porch with the sewing circle she had gone to her locker. Just as the downpour had descended full force, she had unlocked the door. Before she knew what was happening, Al had pushed into the cubicle with her.
"Please," she moaned as his lips nibbled her jugular. She clenched her fist, and felt the teeth on the cheap comb crumble.
"I figure with Perry sway for a couple of weeks, you need all the help you can get," Al said softly, chilling her to the core.
"What do you mean?" she asked, trying to bluff her way out of it.
Al laughed, and his eyes met hers in the mirror. His hands were on her shoulders. "Amazing what you can see from below the bathhouse floor," he observed softly.
Kim felt a little relieved. At least Perry hadn't talked. But how many people knew now? She thought it had all been secret – until Jenny had homed in and Perry had mentioned the lesbian rumor that was making the rounds. And now Al knew.
Kim did miss Perry. For a week he hadn't shown up at the pool. She had been afraid that maybe the wild scene with Jenny had frightened him off. Or, worse, that someone had found out about the two of them, and he had been sent away to stop the affair.
"So, I thought while Perry's on vacation with his folks, I'd sort of fill in, if you know what I mean," Al went on.
Kim crossed her arms defensively aver her breasts as Al insolently eased the straps down off her shoulders. "Just what exactly do you mean?" she demanded, in spite of the horniness that was raging through her. They were sealed away in gray curtained privacy by the pounding downpour. Cool mist from the door swirled around them.
"Well, I saw that little biology lesson you gave the kid," Al noted. "I had sex ed in school before the budget cuts, but it was nothing like that." He nudged her backside with his hard-on.
"No," Kim moaned. It was barely a whisper.
"He's just a kid," Al said. She felt him unhooking the bra of her bikini. She kept her arms folded over her breasts, kept the suit top in place. Al's hands slid around her sides, weasled their way up under the cups of her bra, and took possession of her tits. "I've got eight solid inches, eight solid educated inches tot that cavity of yours."
"No," Kim repeated, battling her own lust as much as his. His fingers pinched her tits, and flames lashed her. "No," she whispered unconvincingly. She wasn't protecting her tits now, she was pressing his hands into her breasts.
"Let me see 'em," Al urged. His tongue flicked the side of her throat as he peered at her in the mirror. Taking her hands, he moved them off her jutting breasts, let her bra tumble off. She writhed feebly against his grip on her wrists, which made her breasts shift and jiggle enticingly.
He bent her arms down and behind her with humiliating ease, forced an arch into her spine that thrust her jugs out. She felt the hard lump in his suit, and tried to pull her hands away. She didn't succeed. Instead, she fingered the throbbing hard-on through Al's suit and jock.
"That's it," Al grunted as she fumbled with his dork, then tried to pry her way into his suit. As she worked her hands into his tight swim trunks and fondled his pecker, he began toying with her breasts again. Flames raged through her when he pinched and rolled her nipples. He was staring at her reflection in the mirror. So was she. The sight of his tanned fingers on her pale jugs was a real turn-on. Her nipples jutted out between his thumbs and forefingers as he pinched them, made them ache and burn.
He sank his teeth into the side of her throat, and she moaned. His cock felt enormous. Was it really eight inches? She was stroking it, up and down, up and down, feeling the skin slide over the hard core.
Her lust didn't fade when he released her breasts. She didn't try to escape, since she knew now that escape was impossible. Instead, she leaned back against him while she pumped his pecker, and let him slide his hands down her trim tummy to the bottom of her suit. She let his fingers slip seductively inside the bikini, and felt him press her fingers in as he pried his way into her crotch.
She let her legs slide apart, let her rubbery knees bend as he rammed her aroused snatch. His finger pressed her clit and wrenched a hot groan out of her. Her hips humped and rolled as she fondled his dong, made a circle of her finger and slid them up and down the hard, slick length.
"Yeah," he groaned. "That's the way!"
"Oh, damn," she moaned as her lust forced her on and on and on. She knew it was wrong, knew she was risking even more trouble than she already had. This was all she needed! Another teenage lover! Christ! She'd be flayed alive when word got out, and the didn't see how it wouldn't sooner or later.
She wondered if Walter would divorce her.
She pumped her hands on Al's thrusting dork, and felt his hips hump. She wanted that dong in her snatch. She wanted it in her ass, too. Her bung clenched. The mammoth shaft was separated from it by only two bathing suits.
"I'm gonna cum," Al warned. But it was too late. It was a senseless warning anyway. She knew he was going to cum. She had known he was going to cum.
She felt his thick, sticky semen hose her hands like gooey acid. She cupped her palm over the spurting head, felt every squirt pressure out against her hand. The thick, fragrant jizz coated her fingers. She massaged a sloppy hand over his dong. Her insides heaved with horniness at the feel of his cuming.
"Too bad, lady," Al said, easing his hands out of her bathing suit, leaving her pussy aching and unsatisfied. "Shouldn't have done that. I got mine, but you aren't going to get yours."
Kim had the feeling his statement was a challenge. "Oh? Think so?"
"Yeah," Al answered, turning toward the door. The thunderstorm had slacked off to a simple downpour.
"No stamina?" she taunted just before he unlatched the door. "Crap, what kind of a stud are you? Perry can make it three times in one afternoon."
"Bullshit!" Al snorted, turning back.
"So, don't believe me," she shrugged. Her unfettered breasts joggled, caught his eye. "Fact is, if that's all you've got in you, you're not worth bothering with."
"It's not all I've got in me," Al retorted, stung. "I don't see any sign to the contrary," Kim said, pointing at his cum-stained suit, and the evidently flaccid dick in it.
"Oh, yeah?" Al growled. "What's this?" He yanked his suit down and exposed his drained dong. It was still slick and shiny.
"Pretty feeble if you ask me," Kim snorted. Her horniness was driving her on. It wasn't feeble. Even limp it was impressive. She wondered if his estimate of eight inches had been conservative.
"Well, you're hardly giving it any reason to stand up," Al responded, taking the offensive. "I've seen better than that from my kid sister."
"She's got tits like these?" Kim asked, lifting her breasts.
"I mean she shows me more," Al answered. "Like a little pussy."
Kim wondered if Al had something going with his sister. The thought was only a fleeting one as she yanked her bathing suit down and bared her brown muff. She kicked the suit away, and stood with her hands on her hips and her feet spread. "Well?"
His eyes raked her. There was lust in them, but his dick didn't respond. He glanced significantly down at his still-limp wick. "Doesn't really seem to grab him, does it?"
Kim frowned. How had she wound up on the defensive again? The real point, though, was what was she going to have to do to get fucked?
Moving towards him, she reached down and fingered his rubbery penis, let it slither over her hand. Her cunt steamed with hunger as she fondled his sticky, drained dick.
He hadn't been circumcised. She pulled the foreskin back, bared the glans. She gently fingered his dick head. Still the tool remained resolutely unimpressed.
Sinking to her knees, she became a carnal supplicant, began mouthing his man-gooey cock. She used her tongue to probe inside the foreskin and tease the tip. She was rewarded by a slow expansion of the shaft.
"Suck it," Al ordered, his hands touching her head gently. "Suck it." He gripped her head more firmly and guided her at she sucked his pecker.
Kim held his dick between her fingers and washed away his earlier cumming with her tongue. Turning the expanding tool this way and that, she carefully cleaned every throbbing inch. The head was protruding from the sheath now, though only a little bit. She spun her tongue around and around the jutting knob. It grew and thrust out, like a snake emerging from its den.
"Suck it," Al groaned.
She pressed the soft skin glove back with her lips, and nicked the head with her teeth. His cock was half hard now. It was already bluer than Perry's at its best. Kim's cunt drooled when she thought of being ravaged by Al's enormous tool.
"Oooohhh, yeah!" Al grunted as she stroked his dork with her tongue. His fingers tangled in her hair as he thrust with his hips, rammed his dork to the back of her mouth. Her nose was still inches from his curling black bush! Her jaw was wedged wide by the bulk of his shaft. Her insides steamed at the thought of having that mammoth dong ram into her. He was going to be ready soon! Soon she would feel that piston pounding her innards.
"Suck it, bitch!" Al snapped.
Kim's pride and anger flared, and she deliberately sank her teeth into his wang.
"Oowwww Jesus!"
"Just a little reminder to respect your elders," Kim warned, getting gracefully to her feet.
"Jesus, you coulda warned me," Al noted, looking down at his cock anxiously. Some of the stiffness had gone out of his hard-on.
"Sit down over there," Kim ordered, pointing. Still muttering, Al obeyed. Kim knelt at his feet, but not subserviently this time. Gently, she brought his dong back to life with her mouth. It stood up like a flagpole in his groin.
"Now," she said contentedly, "we can see just how good you are."
She straddled him and aimed his cock up into her twat. Slowly and carefully she wedged the head of it into her streaming hole. It took a superb effort to keep from dropping and goring herself on the towering shaft.
Steadying it with her fingers, she eased herself down on it. She swayed her hips forward and back, forward and back, moved his cock like a pump handle as she wriggled it deeper, and deeper, and deeper into her hole. Her neck was corded with strain, her guts were knotted. She was holding her breath, but didn't realize it until her chest began to ache. Then she paused, with a third of his dork in her twat, and sucked in a deep, shaky breath.
"Jesus," Al moaned.
Kim eased down a little more. She could feel the walls of her cunt push inwards from the friction, could feel them being stretched by the marvelous bulk of his tool. Her legs were on fire from the strain of the slow spiking. She slipped, and took an inch all at once. The shock made her grunt with surprise.
"Christ!" Al swore.
"Think… you're so damn… great huh?" Kim snorted.
"I'm big!"
"Bigness doesn't mean a damn thing."
"My gill friends think it does."
"And your sister?"
"Leave her out of this," Al warned.
"You were the one who mentioned her in the first place," Kim pointed out reasonably. She had half his cock in her. It filled three-fourths of her tunnel.
"Just [missing text]."
"Okay," Kim agreed, sensing his anger as much with her cunt as with her ears and eyes. "What do girls know? That's all they are, girls. You're with a woman now, stud. I'm not asking you to prove a damn thing. Just don't let the size of your pecker go to your head."
"Are you going to talk or fuck?"
"A little of both," Kim answered, refusing to relinquish her control of the situation. She slipped down on his pole, and sucked in her breath. "God that feels good, I must admit."
"Think you'll be able to take it all?"
"I'll take it all, and then some," she answered, dropping the rest of the way onto his lap. For a moment she couldn't talk because her insides were convulsing from the sudden jamming. The head of his wang was rooting blindly against the end of her clit, stretching her.
She squirmed, swiveled her hips, and felt his bludgeon stir in he belly. She rose, moved up off him until just the head of his cock was still contained by her sheath. Then she eased slowly back down. She loved the hot stroking of his meat against her twat walls. Linking her hands behind his neck, she leaned forward, and let her head hang and concentrated her full attention on the exquisite fullness of her pussy.
Al slipped his hands up and cupped her breasts, fondled her jugs as she rose and fell very slowly. He pinched her nipples and mashed her soft globes against her chest as she eased up and down on his pale. The noise of the rain on the roof and the unshielded corridor outside droned out the soggy, squishing sound of their coupling. She opened her passion-glazed eyes and saw sticky, wet juice in his thick black bush. The sight of his mammoth prick splitting her pussy made her boil with lust. She wondered how long he was going to last, since he had already cum once in her hands.
"Jeez, you're hot," Al grunted.
"Thanks," she panted. "Now shut up and fuck me."
"Thought you wanted to chat?" he teased.
"Not right now I don't," she managed to groan. She was getting close to cumming. Her hips swung and swiveled and his cock battered her cunt like a bludgeon.
"Oooohhhh yeah!" she sighed as an orgasm flared through her. Her tint spasmed around the unyielding billet jamming it as flames surged through her. She held very, very still as her ecstasy pulsed, then faded to a marvelous plateau of pleasure.
Then she began to move again, began rising and falling on the cock jammed into her cunt. Al shifted his hands from her tits to her waist. She let him take some control of her moves, let him set the speed of her pistoning. His hips heaved and squirmed, jacked his big dork up as she came down. Their bodies smacked together with meaty slaps.
"Oh man, is that good," Al groaned. "You gonna cum again?" she asked. "Shit yes!"
"Now?"
"Not yet Christ, I wish I could go on like this forever."
"Me, too!"
"Bet that little squirt Perry can't hold a candle to this!"
Kim felt a flash of anger. "You've got a long way to go before you know as much about sex as he does."
"Taught him all you know, huh?"
"Bet your ass," she snorted, and skewered herself down on his tower.
"And just how much is that?"
"You'd be surprised. Now shut up, will you?"
"If I do, I'm likely to cum. So why don't I keep talking?"
"Shut up!" she repeated, and began moving faster and harder. She felt her breasts joggling from the jolts. His fingers bruised her gut as he squeezed, helped her rise and fall, tried to slow her down.
"Come on," she urged. "Cum in me. Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me."
"Oh, yeah," he moaned. His hips heaved, rammed his cock into her hard.
"Together," she chanted. "Together. I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cummiinnggggg!"
Al's blast was like high-pressure steam. His cock slammed up into her spasming, fountaining pussy. She felt his monster rod pulse like a dinosaur heart, felt his semen slam against her cunt end. She remembered how thick his cream had felt when it had spurted against her hand. She felt every wad splatter her twat, then ooze back down around his dork and spill into his thick pubic patch. Leaning slowly forward, she abandoned her mind to the flaming spasming of her glutted vagina. At last it was all gone and his dick was slowly shrinking, letting her stretched folds contract. Her pussy walls convulsed in a flaring-after-shock cumming, then went soft, left her sated and relaxed.
Al's cock was still half-hard when he tried to dislodge her. "Hey, get off, will you? This is breaking my back."
Kim stirred and sat up, but remained astride him with his pommel jammed up her twat. "That better?" she asked, unwilling to abandon the cunt link with him.
"Better," he grunted. "But not great."
Kim felt a flicker of anger at his impatience, then with herself. What did she expect, after all? To him, she was a quick lay, and absolutely nothing else. To Perry, perhaps, she was more than that.
Which opened a whole uncomfortable train of thought.
She heaved herself up off his lap and his dick flopped clear of her sodden cunt. Sick with horror, she fell against the locker door. The latch, insecurely fastened, snapped free and the door burst outward.
Kim slammed against the opposite side of the corridor and pressed her bare body against the rain-slicked wall. Then she slowly slipped to her knees on the hard, chill planks. Icy rain hammered down on her back, and her shoulders, washed any the sweat that filmed her naked flesh.
Slowly, Kim stretched out nude under the pounding gray sheets of rain, stinging raindrops, thick and hard the way they are in a summer thunderstorm, battered her face, her cheeks, her throat, and her gut. They whipped her tits into flame and raped her exposed cunt. She spread her legs so they could hose her clean.
"Hey, get back in here," Al called from the locker.
"Fuck you!" Kim retorted. She was answered by a blinding bolt of lightning directly overhead.
Thunder hammered her, tried to smear her into the deck. The rain came even harder. It was so thick it made her choke. She felt it rivering over her flesh, streaming around her body, pummeling breasts and cunt and thighs. The big drops battered her pussy. She pried her cunt lips open, and the rain pounded her naked exposed hash. Her clit was whipped mercilessly by the uncaring deluge. Chill spurts actually douched her vagina.
She willed them to wash away the filth that coated her. The feeling of being fouled and cruddy did go away, but was, unfortunately, replaced by searing arousal from the ripping stimulation.
While lightning shredded the sky above and thunder made her can ring, Kim writhed in the deluge. Her hips heaved and rolled from the aqueous intercourse. It was like a million stinging whips were flaying the flesh from her bones. She roared upwards. Somewhere, not far away, feet slapped wood as someone sprinted from their locker to the exit. Kim felt the vibrations with her back and shoulders, and knew they could be sprinting down the corridor she was in.
She didn't care. She didn't care if they saw her. She didn't care what happened to her. She was a helpless slave to her own raging lust and wantonness. The rain had whipped her to a searing cumming. She gurgled with pleasure, spouted and sputtered against the water as her orgasm flared, made her deaf and blind to everything else.
Then it was done, and she was left with just the pain of the rain hammering her flesh. With a miserable groan she rolled to her knees and crawled back into the locker. She was chilled to the bone and shivering convulsively.
To her surprise, Al swaddled her in a dry towel and cuddled her, warmed her, dried her. He held her while shudders racked her like earthquakes. When she finally managed to stop shaking, he let her go long enough to reach out and push the locker door closed.
"Get out, Al," she whispered.
"What?"
She won't able to face him. "Get out!" she repeated. "And if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll swear that you raped me."
"Now wait a minute!" Al protested.
She looked at him, let him see the pain in her soul. "I'm not denying my guilt. I'm protecting my reputation. Now get out of here!"
Al stand at her. "Another time, maybe?"
"Never again," she said softly, not sure she meant it.
"There'll be another time," he said, certain this time. Then he was gone.
She knew he was right. There would be another time.