Connie put her hand over her mouth-more to hide the laughter-and pretended to be awed.
"Tommy! You have a…a…er…an… erection! Your thing is- Oh, my gosh!"
The flush that had turned his red face crimson seemed to pulse in every vein in his body. What the hell could he say? What the bell could he do? The mercury rose in the thermometer.
"Oh, Tommy, I don't know what to say," Connie gasped. "I-I didn't realize… well, I didn't know that… I, honest Tommy, I didn't know that I was affecting you like that. Did I really do that to you?"
Tommy nodded his head.
"Oh, poor, poor, dear."
Connie sat down next to Tommy. In a consoling voice, she said: "Tommy, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. But it looks like we do have something in common."
More cum oozed from Tommy's prick as he listened to Miss Ryan's soothing voice and inhaled her erotic perfume.
"You see, before you came to the door, I was ready to-oh, how shall I put it-I was ready to find a man who would-you know-make love to me."
Tommy's head buzzed. Why was she telling him all about her troubles? Why couldn't she just leave the bedroom, wash his pants and give them back to him? Why couldn't she leave him alone so he could pull on his rod and spurt all his frustration out?
"You see, Tommy, whereas you got an erection because, of me, I was beginning to get all hot and quivery over seeing you."
What! Tommy couldn't believe his ears. Maybe it was all the agony and turmoil in his balls that was affecting his mind. Maybe if a kid didn't release his cum when it hurt, he would go blind and crazy.
Connie was ready to go out of her mind. Shit, she'd dropped enough hints to this kid, and he hadn't even made a move for first base yet. She was getting really tired of playing make-believe. Shit, after seeing all that cum the kid had wasted on his shorts, she was ready to eat him alive.
She got on her knees beside Tommy. Slowly she lifted her dress.
"See, Tommy. Women get excited like guys do. Look. Come on, Tommy, turn your head this way and look at me."
Tommy turned his head. He almost swallowed the thermometer. He gulped, feeling his prick arching stiffly against his Jockeys.
"This is my vagina, Tommy. Have you ever seen a vagina, Tommy?"
Tommy didn't want her to know that he had seen her-what did she call it, a vagina? before. He shook his head vigorously.
"Well, Tommy, this is my vagina," Connie stated, pointing to her cunt. "And when my vagina gets excited, my clitoris starts to erect-just like your cock. Do you see my clitoris, Tommy?"
Tommy nodded. Could he see her cut? Hell, yes, he could see her clit and a helluva let more. God! He could see almost all the way up to her womb the way Miss Ryan was spreading her pussy-lips.
"Now, Tommy. When I was ready to go looking for a man, before you came in, my vagina was all wet and oozy. Can you see how wet and oozy I am, Tommy?"
Tommy's eyes widened, his prick was ready to burst. Could he see her cunt oozing? Shit, the cunt-juice was almost splattering against his face!
"Do you want to feel how wet and oozy my cunt is, Tommy?"
Tommy's mouth opened in awe. The thermometer slid from his lips, landing in the pool of cunt-juice beside his head. He stared right into the heart of her wet, warm-looking, meaty snatch. Somehow he managed to nod his head.
Connie grabbed his hand and thrust his fingers against the lips of her pussy.
"Oh, goddamn," she moaned.
"Oh, gosh!" Tommy groaned.
It was the first pussy he had ever felt, and it felt like two slices of hot liver that had been sewn together on the ends. And now he knew how pricks got into such tight spots-her cunt was opening up, becoming very moist, the flesh getting very hot. He wriggled his finger.
"Oh, shit, it feels so goddamn good, Tommy."
"Does it-does it hurt, when I d-do that, Miss Ryan?"
"Didn't you hear what I said, Tommy? It feels sooo goddamn good! Come on, Tommy, really dig your fingers in there."
Hesitantly Tommy thrust his index finger; into Connie's cunt-hole. Her cunt-lips squeezed around his finger then snugly clasped his knuckle. Tommy wriggled his finger.
"Mother of God! Finger me, Tommy! Do it harder! Harder and faster!"
Tommy was really getting into it now. He shoved his finger in and out fast, amazed at the look of rapture on Connie's face. His prick had softened somewhat because he was concentrating on fingering Connie's cunt harder and faster, just like she wanted him to.
"Now, finger my cunt, Tommy! Finger my cunt! Aaaaiiieeee!"
Tommy fingered her cut. He was really getting to know the ins and outs of a woman's cunt. Still, he couldn't believe how much hotter and wetter her cunt felt!
As Tommy jabbed his finger in and out of her cunt, rubbing around her cut with his thumb, Connie began bunching her hips back and forth, then up and down. The kid was really turning her on; her pussy was spewing out juice-or it seemed to her as if her cunt was spewing out juice.
Connie glanced down, watched Tommy's finger fucking in and out of her hungry snatch. She looked at his face the kid looked as if he were doing some sort of class project. He was mesmerized, hypnotized as he fingered her hot pussy.
"S-Stop, Tommy. Stop. Quit fingering me," Connie moaned.
Connie gasped and Tommy looked at his wet finger quizzically.
Connie took in a deep breath and let her dress fall back into place. "You see how a woman gets all excited, Tommy?"
Tommy wiped his finger on the bedspread, then looked up into Miss Ryan's flushed face. "Yeah, I do, Miss Ryan. Women get real hot, too, don't they?"
"Y-Yes, we do, Tommy," Connie gaspingly replied. "We just get hotter in a different way.
"Boy, I didn't know that a woman's…uh… thing could get so hot."
"Well, Tommy," Connie said. "that's because it's not as obvious. You have to feel a woman s vagina to see if it's hot. Now a man, he's different. It's easy to see when he's hot."
Tommy smiled and looked at Connie. She was staring at his erect prick hidden beneath his shorts. Tommy's face became crimson.
He watched in fascination as Connie leaned over and pulled back the waistband of his shorts. Slowly she peeled the shorts down and his cock sprang out, slapping against her wrists as she tucked the elastic of his shorts beneath his balls.
Tommy couldn't believe that that was his prick. It was hard, smeared with juice, standing erect from his crotch, the apricot-shaped head quivering.
"Now, Tommy, don't be embarrassed."
But he wanted to scream out to Miss Ryan that she was the first girl to ever see his prick. His sister had seen his prick once or twice when he had forgotten to shut the bathroom door as he pissed. But his sister had never seen his cock like this, standing straight out from his crotch, the staff throbbing with blood and pent-up cum. Christ he wanted to hide his cock!
As Tommy looked down at his prick, he saw Miss Ryan's warm hand snake through the tendrils of his crotch hair before gripping his cock-shaft tightly.
"Oooohhh, Miss Ryan!"
"Did I hurt you, Tommy?" Connie asked, her eyes devouring the beautiful piece of cock-flesh that trembled and quivered in her hand.
"N-No, Miss Ryan. I-it just feels good to have your hand on my, my thing."
"Why of course it feels good, Tommy. It felt good when your hand was on my vagina, and my hand feels good to you on your cock. See, women are no different."
Connie was amazed that so much juice was leaking from the tip of Tommy's prick. She spied his balls, and was amazed again. Where the hell was all that jism coming from?
Tommy groaned, his hips writhing, the bedspread feeling like a bed of slugs and snails. He watched her fist move up the shaft of his prick. He felt her fingers gather up the cum that oozed out of his piss-hole, gather up all that juice and rub it over the sensitive crown of his cock. "Aaaiieee! Miss Ryan! What are you doing?" "Masturbating our penis. "Oh."