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."