"Did you cum?" he asked excitedly. "Did you really cum?"
Kim nodded weakly. "I really did."
"Gosh!" Then he frowned. "I guess you won't want to fuck now."
Kim chuckled and felt her pussy clench with desire. "Oh yes I will," she assured him. "Oh yes I will."
"You will!" He started to get to his feet.
"But wait a minute, okay?"
"Okay," he said, disappointed.
"Don't worry," she assured him. "We'll fuck. You're kind of excited right now."
"Well, sure!"
"And that means," she went on, "that you wouldn't last very long inside me."
"Oh?"
"And that means it wouldn't be as good for me as it could be, nor as good for you, for that matter."
Perry mulled this over. He was sitting on the floor with his legs slightly apart. He had his arms around his knees. His cock was a throbbing monument to horniness. "Gosh, what should I do?"
Kim felt her joints and muscles creak as she moved the foot she had had on the bench to the floor, "Sit here," she ordered, patting the bench.
When Perry scrambled to his feet, his dick swayed and flapped, flung a thick drop of lubricating juice away. He sat down on the edge of the bench. Kim slipped to the floor. She moved around, knelt in front of him. She kept her thighs tight together and her back straight. Her breasts jutted out proudly. Reaching up, she put her hands on his knees and eased them apart.
"What're you going to do?" he asked, his voice cracking.
She had a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I," she said carefully, "am going to suck your cock."
His gulp was rather loud. Focusing her attention on his thrusting dork, she eased forward between his legs, and reached for the jutting tool. Tenderly, she gripped the base with thumbs and forefingers. The gentle grip produced a flood of clear juice from the tiny slit. The thick fluid slithered down his dick and pooled against one of her thumbs.
Leaning forward over his cock, she licked the tip delicately. She tasted his seepings, inhaled his warm scent. There we an animal attraction to the aroma of his seepings, his sweat, even the sour smell from his humid groin. She licked his dick tip again, stroked the velvety cap, coated her tongue with his leakings.
His prick was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen! His sparse pubic patch was a delicate pale reddish shade. His prick shaft was ivory pale, ribbed with bulging veins, collared by a hazy pink circumcision scar. The head was pink and bluish. On the underside, towards her, the groove between shaft and cap arrowed up toward the slit at the tip. The touch of her tongue on that point brought a throbbing, oozing response. She lapped up the results eagerly.
Then she opened her mouth wide, and carefully cased it down over his cock. The first contact was with the back of her tongue. Her throat spasmed in a gag reflex.
She closed her lips around his pecker, pressed her tongue against the underside, and slowly pulled upwards. His dick slid through her lips and along her tongue.
Then, resting her arms on his smooth thighs, she eased her head down again, and began, very slowly and easily, to slide her mouth up and down his cock. She put her fingers on the part of his dick that she couldn't get in her mouth.
It didn't take long. She knew it wouldn't. She felt his hips shifting and shoving as his lust boiled higher. She could see the hard tenseness in his gut as she slurped on his pecker. His thighs trembled, his legs closed on her, pressed in on the sides of her breasts. Her tits were just brushing the hard edge of the bench. They were burning like fire, making her pussy water blindly.
The first spurt of his cum felt like a bullet ripping down the barrel of a rifle. She felt his prick tube squirm as the thick gobbet coursed along it. She felt it with her fingers, then with her tongue. She sucked, just as the first burning wad spattered the back of her mouth. The thick fluid spilled down onto her tongue, triggered the impulse to swallow, and a flood of spit from her salivary glands.
The spurts came in powerful jets. She felt each as a hot prod at the back of her mouth. They reminded her of when she used to drink from a squirt gun when she was a child. Only this fluid wasn't cool and tasteless and thin. It was thick and gooey. It was hot and heavy with the flavor of sex. The scent of semen flooded her head. She swallowed and gulped the creamy jizz, pressed the spurting shaft with her tongue, milked it with her hands in an effort to drain it dry, to keep it spurting for as long as possible. She wanted to wring the last drops of pleasure out of the act for him, as well as the last drops of his first load of the day.
When the spurting finally became twitches and seeping, she stroked his dick from base to tip with her hands. With her mouth embracing just the rubbery head, she sucked hard, dragged the last delectable morsels from his cock. She didn't stop sucking until his pecker was rubbery and shriveled. She had sucked the stuffings right out of it! Then she sat back and wiped off her chin. She looked up, saw the look of contentment on his face. His smooth, hairless chest was rising and falling evenly.
"Wow!" he said at last. "That we better… better than…"
"Better than when you use your hand?" she asked softly.
"How did you know I did that?" he demanded. Kim bit her lip. "I could lie, and say that I only suspected you did it."
"But you knew!"
Kim bit her lip again and nodded. She was feeling a little ashamed of herself. "I, alt, did some spying myself," she confessed, wondering how he would react.
"Oh?" Surprise. "Oh!"
"Well, you did it to me," she pointed out defensively. Then she went soft and admiring, and patted his drained pecker. "You are awfully handsome, you know."
"I am?"
He looked down at himself. "Lots of guys are a lot hairier than I am."
"I like men without much hair," she assured him.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Huh!" He thought for a moment, frowned wryly. "Well, no fuck today."
"Why not?"
He gestured at his drained dick. "Used up."
Kim fought down a knowing smile. "Well, would you like to have lunch with me?"
"Is it lunch time already?"
"I've got some baked ham at home. And lots of milk and cola, and an overloaded cookie jar," she told him, resorting to bribery.
"I was gonna have lunch here," he said vaguely.
"Mine's free."
"I guess we better get dressed, huh?"
"You know my car?"
"Uh, yeah. The yellow two-seater."
"I'll meet you outside the back gate, okay?"
Discretion made her say that. If he was seen leaving with her, tongues would be sure to wag. "Look like you're hitch-hiking, okay?"
"Can I watch you dress?"
She almost said he could, then changed her mind. "Later on, maybe. You go to your locker and remember where to meet me."
CHAPTER FOUR
She punched the garage door opener when they were still half a block away. The door began rumbling down before she shut the motor off. When Perry started to open his door, she stopped him, made him wait until the garage door was all the way closed.
"Okay," she said at last, opening her door. If her secretive behavior puzzled him he gave no sign of it. He followed her into the kitchen and gazed around the sunlit room curiously. She tried to ignore the hot tenseness in her innards and began bustling about.
"What'll it be?" she asked. "A sandwich?"
"Uh, you got any peanut butter?"
"Yeah, sure, if that's what you want."
"With jelly, please, and milk to drink."
"Here, you make your sandwich, and I'll get the drinks," she suggested.
As they ate in silence, she wondered if kids had changed much since she had been one.