"Huh." His parents didn't even walk around the house naked. Just sitting here naked made him feel all sexy, but he doubted that it did the same for Jan. He was afraid to ask her.
"Neighbors can't see in here, I guess," he observed.
"No, darn it. I wish they could. I get a kick out of being naked and having people seeing me."
"So do I," Charlie ventured bravely.
"You hungry?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Then eat me," she ordered, spreading her thighs, showing a flash of pink in the center of her crotch.
Charlie was jolted. "WHAT?!"
"Just kidding." She got to her feet easily. "Come on, let's go get some food."
Charlie gauged the time from the angle of the sun. "If I'm going to stay much longer, I better call my folks and tell them."
"Come on, then," Jan said, beckoning with one arm as she climbed down to the lawn. She didn't look back as she walked toward the house, her bare ass rolling lushly.
Once in the house, Charlie was suddenly aware of his nudity. He had gotten used to being naked outdoors, and the change to the cool inside of the house made him acutely aware of his bare skin. Finding the phone, he dialed and told his mother where he was having dinner.
"You and your sister," she sighed.
"What's with Cookie?" Charlie asked, puzzled.
"Carol called. She's having dinner with Michael tonight." As always, his mother used given first names rather than nicknames. "Charles, are you sure her parents don't mind having you there for dinner?"
Charlie almost blurted out that he and Jan were alone, but caught himself in time. "Yeah, Mom, they're the ones who asked me."
"Maybe I'd better talk with them myself," she mused.
Charlie scrambled for an out. "Uh, they're uh, out in the yard right now. Swimming."
"Well, don't bother them in that case."
Charlie hoped his sigh of relief was not audible.
"I think your father and I will go out to dinner tonight, then. You have your key, don't you?"
"Yeah, Mom," he assured her wearily.
"And don't overstay your welcome. I want you home by eleven. Understand?"
"Yeah, Mom. I'll be home by eleven." He was sure he'd be all fucked out by then anyway. "Bye, Mom." He hung up.
"Bye, Mom," Jan mocked, leaning languidly against the wall.
"Pain in the ass," Charlie muttered in irritation. "Where's the food?"
"On the counter," Jan answered, returning to the kitchen.
Charlie seated himself on the stool in front of the counter between the kitchen and dining area and wolfed down the sandwich and milk. Jan sat on the opposite side.
"Anything for dessert?" Charlie asked, playing idly with the ring of moisture left by his glass.
"Yeah. Me." She shoved the dishes aside and sat on the counter. She swung her legs around and dangled them on either side of Charlie. Her head was inches from the ceiling, her naked crotch inches from his face.
"Huh?"
"Me," she repeated. "I'm dessert. Hair pie, right there." She pointed at her pussy.
Charlie looked at her dark, hairy patch. He could see her labia through her thick bush. He swallowed hard, his stomach knotting. He felt excitement stirring in his guts as he looked up at Jan.
"Pussy, Charlie. Pussy. That's what's for dessert. I've eaten you a couple of times. Now it's your turn to repay the favor."
"Uh…"
"Oh, shit! Don't knock it if you haven't tried it," Jan swore. "Come on, it's a real gas. Honest."
"Uh…"
"Look, would I hand you a bummer?" Jan demanded. "I've done it myself, honest. Really, you'll like it. And anyway, fair is fair, right?"
Charlie bit his lip and nodded. He was staring at her hairy crotch. He wondered how to begin. Masculine pride wouldn't let him back out. He was just as wild as she was, and he'd prove it.
He leaned forward.
"I'm nice and clean," she assured him, easing her ass forward on the counter and leaning back on her hands.
He didn't answer. He probed her pussy with his fingers, feeling the soft warmth of her labia. He spread them, and was greeted by a flash of pink. It was laid out for him like the picture he had seen in an anatomy book once.
"Put your tongue in my cunt," she whispered. "Push it way in, far as you can. Then wiggle it."
Hesitantly, Charlie lowered his face to her crotch. Wiry hair scratched his cheeks and chin. His nose was engulfed in a pleasant, musky odor. He poked his tongue into her wet folds, and his mouth was flooded with a metallic, salty taste. His lust soared.
Bowing to his task, he drilled his tongue into her vagina as instructed, and sucked up the flood of juices this triggered. Working his jaw, he wriggled his tongue around. His nose, engulfed in flesh and hair, pressed at her pubic arch as he tried to touch bottom in her vagina.
"Aww, yes," Jan panted. "Aww, that's good. Lick me. Lick me. Lick me. Eat me up, fucker, eat me all up."
Driven on by Jan's lewd urgings, Charlie twisted his tongue in her hole. His nose moved up and down in her hairy crotch, grinding her clit against her pubic arch.
"My clit, find my clit and suck it," Jan ordered.
Eagerly, Charlie shifted his attack upward, spreading her labia with his tongue as he went. He rasped it over her urethra without a second thought, and felt her inner labia come together into the hood that protected her clit. He teased the little button of her mini-penis with his tongue, heard her gasp in response. Fastening on the little nubbin with his lips, he sucked, drawing it out as far as he could. He ground it between his lips, battered it with his tongue.
"Awyeah, awyeah, awyeah," Jan whined, her torso writhing and twisting from the oral stimulation.
Charlie worked his jaw in her streaming pussy while he tormented her clitoris with his lips and tongue. Waves of juices were pouring down over his face, spreading over his cheeks, down his chin. Saliva and cum flooded his mouth. He slurped it down, swallowing all of her copious secretions.
Then her hands came down on his head and rammed his face into her crotch. He opened his eyes, and managed to peer up the length of her naked torso. He was only able to see her jutting breasts because her head and shoulders were actually hanging back off the counter. Her belly was taut and straining, her ribs heaving. Her hands mashed his face into her hot, hairy, dripping pussy, mercilessly making his jaw, lips and tongue ache with the pressure.
Finally, she heaved herself upright. "Enough, enough," she grunted. "Christ, enough of that. Enough."
Weakly, she climbed down off the counter and sat on his lap, facing him. She reached down, found his hard cock, and aimed it up. She lifted herself, set the head of his searing hard-on at the entrance of her soaked vagina, and lowered herself, ramming his cock up into her guts.
"Aahhh," she sighed, lifting and dropping.
Charlie gripped the counter to steady himself, and leaned back on the bar stool. He watched his shining wet cock emerge from Jan's pussy, then vanish as his pubic hair and hers pressed together in a thick tangle.
Jan reached down and fingered her clitoris without breaking her raising and dropping rhythm on his turgid phallus. She was panting, grunting, cumming.
Charlie's orgasm drew closer and closer. Because of his position on the bar stool, he couldn't drive his hips upward to ram his cock into her, and had to accept her endless pumping, pumping. The ratcheting climb to his peak was slower and more agonizing than ever because he was a passive partner, and because he had already cum twice. But his orgasm was approaching, was drawing closer and closer. It burst from him, a convulsive, spurting spasm of ecstasy as his dwindling reservoirs were again milked into Jan's writhing, convulsing body.
Charlie's orgasm was long and slow and drawn out. It was as if his body was striving to find every drop of cum and pump it out of his exhausted penis. Finally, his muscles gave out completely, leaving him aching and sore, and still engulfed in Jan's gripping cunt.