The bed jiggled and shifted, and then there was something else at her back door. It was bigger and blunter than Jenny's finger. It was also hotter. It pressed at the gate, harder and harder, a battering ram trying to force an entry. For a moment, Kim's asshole resisted. Then she realized she was doing the wrong thing, and battled to relax the tight sphincter.
"Uh," she grunted at the feel of her hole suddenly wedging open.
"Jesus!" Perry grunted.
"Push," Jenny urged.
"Awwww," Kim groaned as she fought to admit him, fought to open her bung. She felt him drive against her. The pressure on her ass built as he relentlessly wedged his way in. Pint, until he began to stretch the ring of muscle, it was an itching pressure. Then it started to sting and ache. But, at the same time, the feeling was so glorious she couldn't have asked him to stop. She had to have it, all of it. She shuddered. The muscle ring stretched and she felt his cock drive deeper into her asshole. Her lust roared higher.
Then was a slithering feeling, a burning, and he paused for a second. She felt like she had a pulsating telephone pole in her rear opening. For a frightening second, she thought he was cumming.
Then he drove into her again, and she felt his piston push smoothly through her distended hole. She moaned into the mattress as her tail blazed like tire and her lust like the heart of a star.
"Jeez," Perry moaned.
"All the way," Jenny whispered homely.
Kim moaned as he stroked his wang full depth into her tail. His trim hips jammed up against her split butt; his balls swayed and slapped her snatch. Her insides went into a mad series of convulsions – crazy lust cramps that made her curl tight and then relax. His hard-on felt like a rigid iron rod in her rectum.
"Bum me," she moaned. "Hurry, I can't take it much longer."
Perry obeyed, dragged his dork out and rammed it back in. She thought for a moment she was going to turn inside, out with the friction. Then her heat raged higher, swept away the fear and pain, left her a sodden heap of desire.
Perry blistered her ass with his strokes. He pushed her waist hard as he reamed her with his cock. His balls slapped her streaming pussy with every stoke. Kim was being flayed alive with pleasure.
"Gonna cum," Perry warned.
"Cum," Kim moaned wearily, and warily, and eagerly. "Oh, Jesus, cum!"
He did. It felt like a subterranean bomb test. Her own orgasm flared and flickered as she felt his cock spasming in her distended asshole. She knew he was unloading his cum into her crap-clotted depths. It lasted practically forever, and ended too soon and too late, too soon for her pleasure, and too late to avoid the driving agony of trying to shit out the mass of meat. Kim eased forward and felt his cock slip through her rear gate like a mammoth turd. She flopped on her face as her asshole sealed in the hot lava of his cum. She wondered what she was likely to wind up doing next.
CHAPTER SIX
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.