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.