"Awwwww!" Polly gasped, breaking the kiss. "Jesus! That's good!"
Charlie paused, his prick sunk in her hot, wet, slippery hole. Lifting his head, he stared down at her, amazed at how fast it had all happened.
Her face shone with a thin film of sweat. Her mouth looked bruised, and was slack with excitement. Her blue eyes gazed up at him.
"How does it feel?" she asked softly.
"Like I've got my cock in a boiling pool."
When Polly laughed, he felt the vibrations in her vagina. "You feel like a fucking telephone pole," she replied.
Charlie drew out, then thrust his cock back into her tight velvet tunnel, feeling her hot flesh burn against his. Her eyes glazed as he moved in her. Her hands rested gently on his shoulders, her carefully manicured nails gleamed in the sun. She let her arms go limp and spread them wide, as if she were waiting to be crucified.
He rammed his spike into her guts again, and watched her writhe under him as she took it. Pushing up on his arms, he looked down between them to where his thick brown bush meshed with her fine, light one. Her thighs were spread wide, her knees bent, forming a cradle for him. He drew back, and watched his heavy, ivory, shiny shaft emerge from her. He drew out and out and out, until he could see the groove near the head. Now just the tip of his prick was still in her pussy. Then he pushed, and watched his cock disappear into her clinging tight hole. The tendons on the insides of her thighs were drawn tight by her spraddle-legged position. His hips jammed into her crotch, his pubic bone cracked against hers, and she gasped with pleasure.
He drew out again, fascinated by the sight of his cock emerging from her guts. That, the musky smell of sex, the sticky sound of their coupling, and the incredible feeling of her tight vagina embracing his phallus, all combined to send his lust soaring.
"Don't hold back," she whispered. "Take me hard, take me hard."
Charlie rammed his cock into her, slamming his hips into her crotch. Her breasts were trembling from the powerful impact of his body against hers. The breath was being driven from her in harsh grunts. Charlie rammed into her hard and fast.
His arms tiring, he lowered himself onto her, reluctantly giving up the sight of his cock pistoning in and out of her. He felt her breasts, soft and squashy and sweat-slippery against his chest. Reaching down, he grabbed her ass and heaved her hips up. With the better angle into her cunt, he drove deeper and harder into her. The searing fire was growing in his balls as his cumming drew closer.
The sun blazed down on his back as he pistoned his cock in and out of the girl under him. Her soft, delicate body took his drives, welcomed the powerful thrust of his cock into her. Her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched in his hands as he squeezed them hard. His fingers were in the hot sweaty crack between them.
"Aw-aw-yeah-yeah-r-eeeyeah," Polly moaned ecstatically. Her body knotted under him as her orgasm seared through her. Her hips heaved upward, her ass clenched, her vagina spasmed.
Charlie rammed into her, quickly, sharply, and felt his cumming rip through him. He heaved his cock into her, trying to ram it completely through her quivering body. His balls unloaded their contents in quick, sharp, jerking spasms that rocked him to the core. His orgasm was so powerful he felt as if he was being burned it two by a torch that started in his crotch and ripped up through his jerking body. He felt scalding thick wads of semen blast into her clutching pussy.
He wrung his nuts dry before he let his orgasm fade to a delicious ache. Then he slumped on top of her. He could feel her ribs heaving as she fought to breathe. When she shoved urgently on his chest with her small hands, he rolled off her and his flaccid prick slipped out of her sodden pussy, and trailed a thick gooey stream across one of her thighs.
Lying on his side, his head on one arm, he studied her. She was on her back. Her chest was moving evenly and deeply. Her stomach was sucked in and was trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her nipples were still swollen, and a pink flush was just fading from her pale skin. He slid one hand up her torso and cupped his fingers around one of her soft, round breasts. They sagged and flattened under the pull of gravity, unlike Jan's firmer boobs. He decided he liked Polly's better. He thumbed her nipple slowly and tenderly, then circled his thumb around her pink areolae.
"Mmmmm, I didn't know you had it in you," she murmured softly.
"On your feet, fuckers," Jan ordered as she climbed up to the pool deck.
"Go fuck yourself," Charlie said without even looking at her. "I-didn't know you went in for-uh-screwing," he said softly to Polly.
She turned her head and smiled contentedly. "Sweet, goody two-shoes Polly likes to fuck, Charlie. Among other things."
"What other things?" he asked hesitantly, not quite sure he wanted to know.
"Oh, a little sucking, a little buggering."
"Buggering?"
"You know. Up the ass."
"Oh." His guts knotted up pleasantly at the thought. "That's about the best of all."
"I've never tried it," he said nonchalantly. Actually, he had never even thought of it.
"Well, after your appendage regains its strength," Polly said, stroking his prick, "we can give it a try, if you like."
"Okay," Charlie said, trying not to sound too eager.
"Right now, why don't we cool off a bit?" Polly suggested.
Charlie rolled toward the pool. Jan and her burly stud were floating lazily off to one side. Her hand was curled around his limp, but still impressive, cock. He was big, stocky. Charlie recognized him from school. He was a senior, but Charlie didn't know him.
"Okay, but let's stay away from Jan," he suggested.
"Jealous, huh? Even after me?"
"It was a bit of a jolt," he admitted.
"Well, get one thing straight," Polly said sweetly. "Two rules with me. No blabbing is number one. The second is that no one has a claim on anyone. Clear?"
"I'm learning. I made a mistake about Jan. I should have known better. I won't make the same mistake about you."
"You don't need to make it sound like a crime," Polly protested, sitting up. "Besides, Jan just snitched Ralph from me. Don't feel too bad."
"Sorry," he apologized.
"Don't be. He can be a pain in the ass at times. But not exactly in that way, if you know what I mean."
She squirmed her bare body across his, making sure every inch of her pressed him. "Come on, let's swim," she said, slithering off into the water.
He followed her and they floated languidly across the pool. His arm brushed hers from time to time. It felt satin-soft and warm in the cool water. He was still bothered by the fact that until a few minutes ago, he had thought she was one of the most virginal girls in school. She was a top student, in the orchestra, had been class vice-president one year. He had admired her from a distance for as long as he could remember. Her cool, composed, flawless beauty had scared him.
He kept glancing over at her, marveling that he had just had her.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
"Sorry," he apologized.
"Hell, look away," she urged. "I like being looked at."
He shook his head. "I don't get it," he said at last. "You're the last person on earth I hoped to get a date with, let alone, uh…"
"Let alone fuck. Crazy, huh? Pretty Polly, teacher's pet, likes to be petted with a penis." She sounded a little bitter.
He waited. Silence. "How long?" he asked at last.
"Not as long as I'd like," she answered. "God, I was a fool!"
"About sex?"
"About sex, about my parents, about virginity, about a lot of things. You know about Jan's parents?" she asked warily.
Charlie nodded. "They're into-uh-swinging."
"Yeah, well, my parents know her parents. All the time they're hitting me with the chastity, purity, virginity bullshit, they're coming over here and balling away. First I knew about it was when Jan clued me in."