"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.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Well, how was he?" Jenny asked with wicked innocence.
Kim thought she carried it off quite smoothly. She only had to mop up half a cup of coffee. "How was who?" she responded casually, her brain working furiously. "Or, is it whom?" she mused, while her mind ran flea squirrel in a cage… and got nowhere.
"That beautiful guy you had over here the other day," Jenny said calmly.
"There wasn't anyone here," Kim said, and instantly knew it was the wrong answer. She should have made up some mythical chore for Perry, rather than deny his existence completely.
Jenny made a rude snorting noise. Kim sighed and gave in. "Oh, you must mean Perry."
"As if you didn't know who, or whom, I meant," Jenny said, brushing her red curls off one shoulder.
"How did you spot him?" Kim asked.
"Saw him creeping out of here. Looked like a sneak burglar when he went over the back fence."
"Oh." Kim frowned.
"Should have told him to use the gate, like he had taken a short cut," Jenny said. "Or like he was leaving after mowing your lawn."
"I guess you're right," Kim agreed, deliberately avoiding Jenny's real question about Perry's competence at fucking.
"Call him up and get him over here," Jenny said into her coffee cup.
"Jenny!"
"Come on, fair is fair! I loaned you my vibrator!"
"It's hardly the same thing!"
"Pooh."
"Anyway, let's face it. He's just an animated vibrator," Jenny said crassly.
"Jenny, Perry is not an animated vibrator," Kim protested. "He's a sweet, sensitive boy."
"And he can fuck like a rabbit," Jenny finished for her. "Look, Kim, I don't want to blackmail you, but I could. And I don't want to assume a maternal air, but you could get in a real tight spot having an affair with a kid like that. You know what kind of crushes kids get."
Kim had already been worrying about it.
"I want a good fuck," Jenny went on. "I'll admit it. And besides, if you and I had so much fun, and you and he had so much fun, think of how much fun you and I and he will have."
It took a bit more talking on Jenny's part, but Kim finally gave in. In half an hour she was wiping sweaty palms on her shorts as she and Jenny waited for Perry to arrive. She thought of what she and Perry had done, of what she and Jenny had done. Her mind went soft as mush win she thought of what might happen today.