Today, my cousin came to my house to pay her New Year's respects. As soon as she arrived, she headed straight into my room, slipped out of her long white robe, and sat on my bed, focusing intently on playing my newly purchased Xbox.
The moment she shed that white robe, I was stunned. Beneath it, she wore a loose, sleeveless, off-the-shoulder top made of a light, water-blue fabric that revealed her slender waist. Her lower half was clad in a matching waistless skirt made of thin knit material, just long enough to graze the tops of her thighs. The skirt was low-waisted, held together by two delicate knitted strings tied in bows. On her elegant feet, she wore a pair of white, high-heeled leather boots. As she sat down, the view beneath her skirt was laid bare to me: a pair of sheer, lacey, water-blue panties that sent a surge of excitement straight to my groin. We sat by the edge of the bed playing video games while the elders went to visit other relatives. As we played, I couldn't help but steal glances at her breasts through the wide neckline of her top. Her 36D breasts were cradled in a half-cup, water-blue lace bra. The lace was so intricate it was almost entirely transparent, and instead of traditional shoulder straps, the bra was secured by a knot at the nape of her neck. It was so precarious that at one point, I thought the whole thing might slip, leaving her to fight her battles alone.
After she failed a level twice, she begged me to teach her. I moved onto the bed, positioning myself behind her to guide her through the game. As she focused on the screen, I noticed the waistband of her panties peeking out from her skirt; they were T-back style, with thin strings tied in bows at her hips. The sight of those delicate knots made my tip pulse and push against the waistband of my athletic shorts.
Just then, she ran into trouble again. I leaned forward, pressing my body against her silken back, and snatched the controller just in time to save her. When I handed control back to her, I realized my tip was pressed firmly against the bare skin of her back, exposed by her wide neckline. Because she was so caught up in the tension of the game, she didn't notice our intimate contact at all.
Naturally, I wasn't shy. I began to massage her back with the tip of my cock. She was excited by the game, and I was becoming increasingly aroused by her. Suddenly, a rush of heat flooded my tip. Oh, I was about to erupt! My hot semen sprayed not only against her smooth back but surged upward under her loose top, splashing all the way to the nape of her neck. She let out a startled cry and turned around to find me half-kneeling behind her. My long cock, with its swollen, reddened head, was peeking out from my shorts, dripping with thick, white semen. I watched her nervously, wondering how she would deal with the mess.
Suddenly, her expression shifted from shock to a sultry, seductive gaze. With a playful, flirtatious movement, she pushed me back until I fell onto the bed. Then, she crawled over me. Her left hand gripped my cock, and she took the head into her small mouth, sucking up the semen left on it. She teased the tip with her tongue, her left hand stroking my shaft rhythmically while her right hand toyed with my testicles. She looked up at me frequently, her eyes filled with a wanton, lustful expression. Before long, the urge to explode returned. Sensing my tremors, she took the head even deeper into her mouth. When the semen shot into her mouth, she swallowed every drop, cleaning me so thoroughly that I groaned in pure bliss.
Satisfied, she sat up and pulled off the top that was now stained with semen. She then removed her skirt to inspect it. As she did, her sheer lace bra became fully visible; her large areolas spilled out from the edges, and the lace offered only a teasing glimpse of her deep red nipples. Her T-back panties were equally minimal, the small scrap of fabric barely able to contain her lush mound. The lace was sheer, yet her pubic hair was nowhere to be seen. When I asked later, she explained she was heading to a company villa tomorrow for a group celebration with a heated pool and a swimwear party, so she had groomed herself in advance.
As I watched her in a trance, she mentioned that her clothes needed washing and she needed to clean herself to get rid of the scent of semen. Our home is a three-story Spanish-style wooden villa, and to save space, the bathroom, washer, and dryer are located on the rooftop terrace. She asked me to lead her up there. She stepped out of her boots, her bare legs gleaming, and carried her stained garments. Wearing nothing but her bra and panties, she wrapped her arms around mine, her silhouette incredibly alluring as she led me toward the roof. Since the rooftops are visible to neighbors, we were worried about being seen, but she seemed unbothered. Once on the terrace, she began to unfasten her bra right in front of me. Seeing her magnificent 36D breasts and dark red nipples nearly made me faint. Next, she tried to untie the strings of her panties, but the knots were tight. When she gave a hard tug to pull them down, the string snapped, rendering the panties unwearable. As the fabric fell, her beautiful, manicured vulva was revealed to me in all its glory. As she took a step forward, she pressed her lower body right against my nose, her feet gently pinning my head as her warmth brushed against my lips. A silver-bell laugh escaped her. "Never seen one before, you little wolf?" she teased. She ordered me to put her clothes in the washer—telling me not to run a long cycle—and said the bra and panties didn't need washing before she stepped into the bathroom. As I tended to the clothes, I noticed her panties were already soaked. When the task was done, I turned back to find the bathroom door slightly ajar. In the small space, she was under the showerhead, lathering herself with soap. Her hands were busy kneading her heavy breasts. She leaned down to soap her thighs, spreading her legs wide toward the door. She used the soap to wash her vulva, her fingers spreading her labia to clean herself thoroughly. After a while, she began to slide a finger into her vagina, moving it in and out slowly. It was hard to tell if she was cleaning or pleasuring herself, and watching her made it impossible for me to keep my own engorged cock hidden. She moaned softly, let out a sudden cry, and slumped forward, though one finger remained buried deep inside her. After a moment, she rinsed off, dried herself, and walked out of the bathroom completely naked. She approached me while I was still stroking myself, giving me a playful nudge. "You need to wash, too!" she chirped. She began to pull off my T-shirt and shorts, whispering, "Don't take too long; I'll wait for you in the room!" She then moved the laundry to the dryer, put my clothes in the washer, and took her unwashed bra and ruined panties down to the bedroom.
I quickly lathered up and showered, tossed the clean clothes into the dryer, and returned to the room naked. The moment I entered, she was there, walking toward me with her arms draped around my neck. She pulled me into a deep, wet kiss, her petite tongue teasing mine with passion. Her heavy breasts pressed firmly against my chest as she rubbed them against me, and her lower body pressed hard against my cock. Her desire was palpable. Without hesitation, one of my hands found her breast to play with her nipple, while the other caressed her lush hips before sliding down to her wet mound. She, in turn, gripped my shaft, stroking me rhythmically. We tumbled onto the bed together.
I pinned her body down, showering her ears with kisses while my hands continued to work her breasts and her dripping core, drawing endless moans from her. Just as she reached the brink of ecstasy, she whimpered, "Help me... suck it... ah! Ah!" Eager to please, I grasped her fleshy thighs and pulled her toward me. Her beautiful, swollen entrance was wide open, inviting me. She used one hand to massage her breasts and the other to reach down to her entrance. As her fingers spread her open, her juices flowed freely. I discovered her clitoris, a bead-like pearl glistening with moisture. "Quick! Suck it!" she pleaded. I drank deeply of her nectar, teasing her pearl and exploring her depths until she let out a thunderous cry, her juices splashing against my face. As she calmed down, the sensation left me desperate to begin the real assault.
Unprotected, my long cock aimed straight for her. The crimson head breached her entrance, driving deep inside her in one forceful thrust. She gasped in surprise, her waist twisting and turning wildly as she tried to accommodate the waves of my thrusts. Her body responded with heat and sweet, rhythmic moans, punctuated by praises of my stamina and cries of desire.
Her hunger for pleasure was like a rider on a wild horse; the more turbulent the ride, the more she craved it. The vigorous motion caused her breasts to bounce wildly, and her hands gripped mine tightly as if she might fall from the saddle. She reached a peak of frantic, breathtaking joy, and to match her intensity, I accelerated my pace.
Having crested that peak, she tried to catch her breath in my arms, but I pinned her down again, launching a relentless assault. She alternated between piteous moans, loud pleas for mercy, the wanton cries of a courtesan, and breathless flattery. Finally, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, her legs entwined around my waist, and her supple midsection stilled under the intensity. Her warm vaginal walls clamped tightly around my cock, her inner muscles pulsing as if trying to suck the head from me. As her entire body convulsed in a massive orgasm, my body went rigid like iron. We both stiffened at the same moment; her juices sprayed against my tip just as I released everything deep into her womb.
We lay there, tangled together, lost in the afterglow.
Finally, she opened her eyes and whispered, "I'm going to take a bath!" As my senses returned, a mischievous grin spread across my face. I scooped up her limp, trembling body and carried her up to the terrace. The bumpy walk was almost too much for her, making her squirm in a mix of exhaustion and lingering pleasure. Once in the bathroom, she surrendered herself to me completely. Whether she played the role of a gentle lover or a wanton slut, she was magnificent.
After we finished, we both dressed, though she didn't put her bra back on, and her T-back panties were ruined. They became my spoils of war. Her top was a loose, off-the-shoulder tank; if she leaned forward, her breasts were fully exposed. Her skirt was so short that sitting down revealed her panties from the front and most of her backside from the rear—now that she was wearing nothing underneath, it was clear she was bare. Fortunately, she still had her long robe.
When our parents returned, it was time to say our goodbyes. She teased me, insisting that I must come over to her house to watch VCDs soon. As she left, they hailed a taxi. Her parents sat in the back, while she sat in the front passenger seat. As she climbed in, her body went in first, giving the driver a full view of her breasts. And as she settled in, spreading her legs slightly, the view of her slit was so clear that both the driver and I were left momentarily speechless.