"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.