Bill raised himself up and walked on his knees. Kay spread her legs. His cock was so hard he didn't need to use his hand to guide it.
When Kay tried to guide it with hers he pushed it away and did it himself. He was nudging the head of his cock into the tiny crevice he'd thoroughly lubricated with his tongue. His symmetrical cock moved into the quivering space. The head touched her tender flesh. He was considerate, he didn't rush. She was pleased with his slow considerate advance.
"Am I hurting you?"
"It would be worth it if you did."
Kay tightened her muscles around his straining prick. He tentatively pushed his hips, stopping to make sure she enjoyed it. His cock was hot and parted even more of her vulva easily. He drew his ass back and his cock pulled out. Pleasure rippled from her cunt throughout her body. Triumphantly, Bill sent his hard cock forward again. Kay smiled with her eyes shut and murmured her pleasure softly.
She let her hands rest on the sides of his hips. His mouth was puckered and pressed against every bit of her face and neck. He was alternately nibbling on her earlobe and breathing into it. She put her hands in his soft hair and pressed his face against her.
Her body tightened around his slowly moving cock. As the moisture lubricated her even more thoroughly and the secretions oozed around his sliding organ, he began adding force to his drives. Each advance sent her hips deep into the hay. His verve prompted her to meet his thrusts with comparable efforts.
They breathed in the same rhythms. Bill felt the slippery smoothness of her cunt gripping and swirling around his hot prick. The head of it was deep within now, even when he drew its sizable length back. The coronal ridge of his cock rubbed the firm knob at the top of her cunt. Each movement of his hairless body put pressure on it and Kay gave herself up to waves of ecstasy.
"Don't ever stop."
She wanted to shout her joy, to tell the world how good he was making her feel. But she was afraid of waking a neighbor so she only soft, contented mewlings escape her.
Each sound, each breath turned him on. He liked hearing a girl ecstatic under him. Their hips moved with force and his cock slid in and out in increasing speed. Her breathing was controlled by the thrust of his body.
Kay was bouncing all the way off the parachute when he let her go up. He was fucking so hard she could only go "Un, un, un, un, un." His cock filled her. Her pussy clung to him when he retreated. It pulled her ass up off the hay.
Bill's breathing was getting noisy. Kay knew his climax was coming. She could smell the perspiration that was dampening his back and neck. She kissed him on the temples. Her throat was making anxious noises. With each stroke his cock pushed her clit. She could tell by the way he rubbed it with his fast moving prick that that wonderful sensation was going to happen to her again. She clutched him tightly in anticipation.
Kay groaned loudly. He hiked his hips and drove into her faster, clutching her body with his strong young hands. His throat began to growl in a quiet way, but it got louder and more intense quickly.
Kay was feeling so good she let her body thrash against him. The free-flowing juices in her wet pussy were making his fucking noisy. It slurped and sloshed with each stroke. She locked her ankles together behind his ass. She clutched her arms together around his neck and hung on while he rode her into the hay.
Bill growled. His body tensed. His cock threw gobs of rich hot cum into her. She tightened all her inner muscles and pressed her body against him as hard as she could. He collapsed, going limp all over her.
They breathed contentedly. Eventually Bill rolled off her warmed body and stretched himself on his back on the sweet smelling hay. He drifted into a very relaxing sleep.
When he awoke he was surprised to see Kay resting her arms in the windowsill and staring out into the starry night. He came up behind her and rubbed his hand across her shoulder.
"Pretty, isn't it?"
"Beautiful."
"Happy?"
"Yes, thanks to you."
"Bill, you'd better take me home right now. I'm beginning to feel guilty."
"I won't pressure you, but I want you to know I'm grateful."
"I've been very lucky meeting you. Goodbye."
Kay tenderly touched his cheek with her hand and then walked to her pile of clothing and dressed. They drove back to her house in silence.
For the last few hours of the night she spent her sleeping time sitting up in bed and hugging her knees, resting her cheek on her kneecap, thinking, thinking, thinking.
CHAPTER TWO
Kay's next lesson in love came about unexpectedly. Her folks traditionally spent the July fourth weekend at her Uncle Harry and Aunt Amelia's place at the lake. Her cousins Brad and Scot and she had a fine time while they were growing up. Scot had been killed in Vietnam and since then some of the joy had gone out of the summer visits.
Brad was out of college now and very involved with his business activities. He had grown slightly dull. There was gossip in the family that his parents were impatient for him to get married. They almost didn't care to whom – they wanted grandchildren, especially now that they only had one son.
Sensing the tensions in the small summer home, Kay was glad to spend as much time as possible walking in the woods, lolling by the lake shore, playing in the water; she even volunteered to chop the wood for the stove and fireplace, anything to keep her away from the older folks who were, frankly, a drag.
The second day, late in the afternoon while she was sitting in the back shelling peas for supper, Brad came up behind her.
"Want to go fishing before breakfast tomorrow? At the little lake? I got the car working."
"What?" Kay was brought back to reality by hearing him say something about fishing. "Yes, I would like to go fishing."
"Fine, I'll wake you at six. We can be where they're biting by 6:30 and hopefully catch enough for a fish lunch before we all have to head back to town."
Kay was not all that enthusiastic about getting up at daybreak for a fishing expedition, but she'd committed herself.
"Great!" she said with a false smile.
At six am a sleepy eyed Kay found herself drinking hot coffee out of a thermos bottle as they bounced over unpaved roads to the little lake "where the big ones are".
City-bred Kay caught a slippery little thing and Brad caught nothing. She was climbing over rocks with her trophy when she slipped and landed in the cold water. Brad was quick to fetch her out but laughed the whole time. She was embarrassed and furious. He only laughed harder. He got her to the car, told her to strip off her clothes and brought a blanket from the trunk. He built a small fire. She'd have to go back to the cabin in the blanket. He was tucking the blanket around her in the car when he stopped moving. She looked into his face. He gazed into her eyes. Slowly he brought his face forward and – giving her all the time in the world to turn away, which she didn't – kissed her on the mouth.
Kay saw him staring at her and thought of the look that had often been in Davey's eyes. She knew he was going to kiss her but she couldn't stop him. She was paralyzed.
Kay thought she'd never feel that sweet sensation from anyone but Davey her whole life. Here was her cousin kissing her and the thrill was genuine. The surprise of it kept her immobile. He pressed his advantage and kissed her again, this time with his arm around her. After a few more kisses he grew puzzled.
"Don't you want to kiss me back?"
"I guess so."
When his lips touched hers again she responded tentatively. More kisses. His hand slipped inside the blanket. It wasn't the tender caress she was used to from Davey, nor was it the grabby accumulative reach from high school days. It had affection, if not love.
Before long Kay found herself on her back with the blanket gently folded off her. His mouth was kind and did homage to her mouth, neck and breasts.