But, his young balls still not empty, David again and again thrust his heavily exploding cock into the hungrily churning depths of his older cousin's cunt. He was blasting his sperm inward against the outwardly rushing tide of the ocean of feminine juices, forcing his seething sperm against the currents and eddies of her outwardly spurting cum. Each time his prick exploded anew in the hungrily devouring walls of her pussy, he felt a fresh wave of lascivious delight race through his body. Their naked thighs banged and slapped together, making lewd slurping noises as they fucked their trembling bodies to the point of exhaustion, wringing and squeezing from their sexual organs every drop of cum they could.
Finally, however, David began to slow his movements, easing up on the violence with which he rammed his bursting cock into her cunt. Karen, too, was allowing her body to slow, no longer able to keep up the torrential flood of cum emanating from deep within her pussy. Ramming and thrusting his cock slower and slower, David gasped for breath, panting as he forced his slowly waning penis beyond normal limits until he was just too exhausted to fuck her any longer. With a heavy, weighty sigh, he collapsed on top of the still trembling and thrashing body beneath him, his cock already beginning to shrivel and withdraw from the still tightly gripping hole. His arms flayed out and he turned his head, resting totally on the jerking body of Karen. At last he rolled over, removing his weight from the gasping girl, his cock now limp and lifeless, drooping along one cum-glistening thigh.
Karen's body was still gasping and jerking slightly, her still openly spread cunt seeping oat small droplets and trickles of her cum and his sperm, and she rubbed her thighs and cuntal lips together, smearing the heated juices along the insides of her still sensitive skin. She bent one leg at the knee and ran her hand down along her naked belly to her quivering young pussy, inserting her finger and running it along the seeping slit in a quick, much needed after-play, and she delighted in the touch of David's hand joining hers at the opening of her cunt. Together they slipped their fingers into the slippery, flooded opening, teasing deeply up into the warm, wet slickness, while David's other hand coursed along her belly to her heaving breasts, squeezing them and pinching her still rock-hard nipples. At last, she was calm enough to speak, though she could think of nothing to say that would express the total satisfaction she was feeling. Each time David touched her body, new waves of utter delight rippled through her breasts and cunt, and she reached out with her cum-covered hand to stroke the now limp penis drooping between his thighs.
Finally, even the delirious little ripples ceased flowing through her body, and she was in full possession of her mind.
"Jesus," she hissed, gasping for air after their incredible fuck. "I can't believe you've never fucked a girl before."
David raised his head and smiled boyishly.
"There's a first time for everyone," he said. "Besides, I had a good teacher."
"We should do this a lot more often," she said, sitting up with legs crossed.
"How about tonight?" he asked. "We could meet in my room when everybody is doing whatever they want after dinner."
"That sounds good to me," she smiled her wicked little smile. "Besides, a bed is much better than the ground."
CHAPTER FOUR
Despite the rush and confusion Ann had been under to fix dinner for the evening, she found that she was all finished with quite a bit of time to make herself ready. The day had been one hectic decision after another, and with dinner due at seven thirty, she found that she would be able to do nothing else at five o'clock, giving her close to two and a half hours to calm down and rest. The August afternoon had been warm, and Ann was feeling gritty and dirty. A shower would make her feel better than anything else she could think of, and as there was no one else in the house right now, she decided to get cleaned up.
She stepped into the shower and allowed the almost hot water to splash against her naked skin, and relaxed immediately as her muscles unwound and the grime washed from her smooth skin. The jets of water were so comfortable that she wanted to stand in the shower forever. Lifting her hands over her head, she cupped them around the spigot, letting the water pour rather than blast along her silky smooth flesh, trickling down her arms and around her breasts, flowing along her belly and washing her thighs and shapely legs. She lathered her soap again and again, never becoming bored at rinsing the bubbles from up between her legs, and as the hot water relaxed her tense muscles, she massaged her thighs and breasts, reveling in the loosening of her tight skin. She allowed her mind to drift in the languid feeling. She had never met Roy, Larry's boss, though Larry had told her quite a bit about him. They had met once or twice when Larry had come to Courtland looking for a job as an executive at the plastic's plant, and the two men had hit it off right away. Larry hardly talked about Susan, Roy's wife, but if half of what Larry had said about Roy was true, Susan would be something special. According to Larry, Roy had impeccable taste and would settle for nothing less than the best in everything. She was really looking forward to meeting the couple, and as they lived less than a nine away, Ann figured that they would be seeing a lot of each other.
Finally stepping from the shower, she toweled down and, in a fit of giggly boldness, walked the eight feet from the bathroom to her bedroom in the nude, feeling invigorated as the air whipped at her naked body. Walking to her closet, she looked at the mass of dresses she had hanging up, trying to decide what she should wear. Larry had told her to look her best, and that meant to wear something that was revealing as possible without being actually under-dressed. Looking through her wardrobe, she finally decided on a sky-blue chiffon dress, one that she had worn only twice in her life, and only on special occasions. It had a low, revealing neckline that showed much of her breasts, and the bottom hem was a very sexy four inches above her knees. As she slipped into her pink panties, she started to put her bra on, but remembered that she could not wear a bra with the dress she had chosen. Far too much of the lace would show. At first she was a little hesitant of wearing something that revealing, but she put it out of her mind. Her husband wanted her to look her best, and she knew that she would if she wore the dress. Slipping the flimsy clothing over her head, she ran her hands along the cloth to remove the slight wrinkles. She had put on a pound or two since she last wore it, and while it was hardly enough to ruin her shapely curves, it was enough to make the dress tighter on her body, showing beautifully every curve of her luscious body.
Sitting in front of her mirror, she brushed her hair, noticing that she hardly had to move at all to expose the red nipples of her full and fleshy breasts, and she found her gaze fixing on the glans. Each movement of her arms through her full, long hair rubbed the sensitive breast buds against the soft cloth, and she was feeling, against her will, a low, smoldering fire coursing through her body. It made her feel more and more excited, and by the time she had finished brushing her hair and rimming her lips with a flesh colored lipstick, she was looking at herself in the mirror, she gasped at her sensual beauty. She was very proud of her body, but even she was surprised at how good she looked. Her breasts jutted from her chest, barely covered by the skimpy cloth, and her legs were like tanned pillars underneath her nylons. Slipping her feet into her high heels, she gave her hair one final brush, and, as she heard the doorbell ring, sighed.