Robert thrust himself into the 18 year-old's pussy, slamming into her again and again until the salt and pepper shakers rolled to the floor with a clatter and the table skittered across to hit the far wall. He continued slamming into her headless of the thumping noise of the table on the wall, and unaware of anything but the young pussy holding his cock tightly in it's warm, wet grip.
Cathy paid no heed to their sounds, either. She was enjoying the feeling of him too much. His cock was shorter than Danny's, but thicker, and her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She cried out in delight, "Oh, fuck me!"
And that's exactly what he did. He pounded into her until he shot a hot load of cum deep inside her teenage snatch in shot after shot. Finally, staggering back, he pulled out. Cathy dropped down from the table and grabbed his cock to suck the last dribble of cum from inside of him.
"Oh, that was, man, really too much," he said.
"Can we do it again sometime?" She asked, looking up from where she was kneeling on the kitchen floor.
"No, we shouldn't," he said. Then he smiled. "Well, I don't suppose we can't help bumping into each other some time, can we?"
"No, we can't." Cathy stood and kissed him, pressing her hard nipples against him, and then she let go and backed to the door. "Good night."
"Night." The last image he had of her was his cum beginning to run down her leg.
Suddenly recovering his senses, he stumbled back into his underwear and then lifted the table and carried it back into place so as to avoid making any more scraping noises. Thank God nobody heard all the racket they made, he thought as he picked up the salt and pepper shakers and put them on the table.
When he was finished cleaning, he leaned back against the counter and looked skyward. "Thank you, Jesus," he said, grinning. He was truly thankful for the gift of teen pussy, and especially for not getting caught.
Of course both he and Cathy had been too busy to notice his wife, Emily, standing in the kitchen door briefly as they were thumping the table against the wall. If they had seen her, they might have wondered why she smiled and backed away without a word to her cheating husband or her daughter's cock-hound friend.
Emily didn't say anything because knowing that Robert had knocked off a bit of teen tail helped lessen her own guilt over her lesbian excursions around the neighborhood lately. She knew that Cathy Burton was a cock-slut with no scruples about who she fucked. It wasn't his fault that he fell into her cunt. Besides, she liked to see her husband enjoy himself.
When he came to bed ten minutes later, Emily lay feigning sleep. She could smell the odor of Cathy's pussy on him. It was a scent better than aftershave just then. It was an odor that smelled something like love.