She had one fine ass, too. He remembered all the times he had watched those two tight, muscular cushions rolling and twisting as she walked.
Releasing her breast, he slid his hand down her back and tried to pry his fingers into her pants. He succeeded in getting a few inches inside them before the drawn-tight cloth halted his progress. Then he saw Jan reaching down under herself, felt her loosen her belt, and then her pants. Jesus! She wanted him inside her slacks! He worked his hand farther down, down over those soft, warm globes, his fingers sliding into the, deep crack, driven there by her stretching, clinging panties. Her flesh was hot and tight and exciting, her crack sweaty and mysterious.
He felt hair! He felt wiry, kinky, curling hair! Blindly, he probed into the girl's not so secret secrets, probed into the hair, and found her soft, simmering, steamy folds of flesh. His finger slid between her hairy labia, into the searing, slippery slickness of her pussy.
And all the time she was sucking and sucking and sucking on his cock, her mouth and tongue working and working on his phallus. The seepage of hot fluid down his prick grew and grew, a blazing wave of pleasure that was approaching the explosive convulsion of ecstasy that would flood her throat with cum. His hips jerked and heaved, faster and faster and faster as she caressed his penis with her lips, tongue and palate. Her breath, in sharp puffs, came in time with the pounding down of her head and the jamming up of his hips.
Her fingers played with his balls, and tickled high on the insides of his thighs as she sucked on his penis. She probed farther, up behind his balls. A fingernail scratched the hard ridge between his asshole and the base of Jus balls. The fireball of his orgasm swelled and pulsed, a fraction away from the bursting point.
He plunged his fingers into the dripping, seething puddle of her sexual opening. He wriggled his fingers into the hot, wet nest, and felt her pubic hair tickling and tangling with the hairs on the backs of his fingers. He wormed deeper into her inviting wet hole.
His cock rammed the back of her throat. Her tongue sucking and drawing, her fingers dug into the ridge-like foundation of his phallus. His hips heaved upward and his balls tensed up against his crotch. The first searing burst of cum blistered the length of his cock and exploded into her. Her throat spasmed around the head of his phallus as she swallowed, and the sensation made his second shot of semen feel even hotter and better than the first. Every one after that came harder and faster-thick, rocketing gobs of sperm-loaded cum that slammed into Jan's throat, down into her belly.
His toes curling, his breath coming in sharp bursts, Charlie savored every exquisite blazing shot of semen as it ripped the length of his swollen penis and burst out to spray Jan's throat. Then she drew back slightly, and he felt his cum spurt into a hollow at the tip of his penis, pool in her mouth, around his glands, like boiling oil. She sucked, and swallowed the mingled saliva and the semen. The massaging action rekindled the fading convulsions of his orgasm.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she purred around his spurting cock. The sound drummed right through to the core of his being, drawing a final flood of hot fluid from his balls. His muscles convulsed in a desperate attempt to get his last load of fluid into her mouth. Then his groin subsided to a delicious, aching trembling as his orgasm died. His cock began to shrivel. She sucked on it as if trying to keep the blood in it. She drew the last dribbles of cum from him, then released his exhausted tool.
She sat up, and with a toss of her head, flipped her hair out of her face. Her dark eyes gleamed with excitement as she smiled at him. Her lips and chin glistened with cum and spit. She made no effort to wipe it away. She licked her lips greedily, as if finishing the last delicious remnants of an ice cream sundae. Then she leaned forward and kissed him and pushed her warm, firm breasts against his chest.
He tasted his cum on her breath! He thrust his tongue into the same mouth that had just taken his thick, pearly load, and tasted what she had tasted. Instead of it making him feel sick, as he had expected, he found he liked the mingled taste of his cum and her saliva.
"Now me," she whispered, turning and lying back in his lap. She let her head lie carelessly on his still slick and oozing penis.
Charlie looked down at her hungrily despite his recent orgasm. She was stripped to the waist and her open slacks exposed her filmy bikini panties. Her breasts hadn't flattened, just spread slightly, yielding reluctantly to the tug of gravity. They remained impatient, demanding hills of female flesh. He pressed his hand down on top of one and felt it mold to his fingers and squash out against her chest. From her breasts downward was a shallow bifurcation, a valley that arrowed to the dark pit of her navel.
Seeing the path his eyes were taking down her body, Jan took her hand from the back of his neck where it had been tickling his brown curls, and reached down. Lifting her hips off the seat, she skinned her slacks and underpants up her thighs, then down her legs. She quickly kicked free of them and let them fall carelessly to the floor of the car.
Just like that, she was naked-except for the bright gleam of the gold posts piercing her ears, the flash of a ring, and the find gold chain and the medal that rested in the hollow where her collarbones met. Charlie's breath caught in his throat as he surveyed the shadowy expanse of her nude body, the sleek line of her torso, the smooth curves of her legs. Between her thighs was the dark patch of her jet black bush, a thick, dark trapezoid of stiff black hair just waiting for him to plunge his fingers into it.
Charlie slid his hand down from her breast, along her satin skin. He probed a finger gently into her navel. She sucked in her stomach eagerly. Her lips were shining with lust again. Her mouth formed a ragged circle as her eyes hazed with passion. She gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other clutched his shoulder. Her nails cut into him.
He eased his hand lower, tormenting himself as much as her. His fingers combed into the twisting curls of her pubic bush. After a little groping, his middle finger found the hot crease of the top of her slit
Suddenly a sharp cry of pain from Cookie distracted Charlie again. He glanced back, and was astounded to see that his sister was half-naked and entangled with Mike. Mike's hand seemed to be in Cookie's crotch. It was so dark, though, that Charlie wasn't quite sure.
"Hey!" Jan protested from Charlie's lap.
"But…"
"She's all right," Jan whispered. "She's just learning. Now, come on." She directed his probing fingers into the seething, oozing heart of her sex. "Ahhh, yesss, that's it. Aww, stick your finger in me, stick it in!"
For a second, Charlie was torn between the girl in his lap and the urge to protect his sister. Then the feel of the hot, slippery folds of tissue at his fingertips and the sudden quiet from the back seat decided him. He probed into Jan's hungry cunt, driving a finger deep into her hot, sucking hole, pressing his palm hard against her pubic arch, crushing her kinky bush. Hooking the finger in her vagina, he pulled it against her, and rubbed hard with his whole hand. Then he squirmed the finger in her and massaged her pussy with his palm. A flood of fluid sluiced down over his hand.
Jan's thighs were spread wide. One leg was pressed against the back of the seat, the other was resting against the dash. Her smooth, perfect thighs formed a vee that ended where his hand was cupping and prodding her pussy. Her eyes were slitted as she rolled her head in his lap, grinding his cock into him. The heavy, warm pressure and the tickling of her hair combined to renew the hot need in his crotch. He could feel his cock swelling and stiffening under her.