She began to swing her hips in a circle again. Her pelvis began a crazy back-and-forth rocking motion, and she felt his cock moving around inside her, stimulating her vaginal walls. She was cumming again, a searing, star-hot orgasm that blazed through her. A hot blush spread up from her crotch, over her slender, pale torso, out over her breasts.
Pete's hips were jerking under her. He slammed up against her as she dropped, and their bodies met with a loud slapping sound.
For a moment they lost the opposing rhythm, fell out of phase, and then caught it again. Then Pete reached for her, grabbed her slender waist, dug his fingers into her, and jammed her down on him as hard as he could. He held her pelvis immobile, and she felt his cock spurting, fountaining, pumping another load of thick semen into her.
She writhed around the stake in her as if she were being tortured. Every muscle in her body was wracked with searing ecstasy.
Then her cumming faded and she slumped forward onto Pete, completely sated and exhausted. But there wasn't any peace. Someone was shoving at her, yanking her off Pete. His cock, still hard, slithered out of her soggy pussy as she was rolled over onto her back. Then Mike was on her, forcing his way between her aching thighs. His cock rammed brutally into her, and she flinched as his pubic arch crashed against hers. She tried to react, to stiffen and resist, but she was to tired. All she could do was lie there and take it.
Mike heaved his cock into her aching, bruised cunt with a reckless disregard for anything but his own satisfaction. His prick pistoned into her glutted vagina, forcing a thick wave of semen out around its bulk. He clutched at her, bruising her soft, pale flesh as he thrust his prick into her again and again and again.
Cookie just lay there, battered and dazed, as he took her. Lust was blazing through her limp, exhausted body. Her clitoris was being mangled to a thin sheet of pure ecstasy. Her exhaustion-numbed vagina was struggling to convulse around his phallus, but it was too tired to do more than quiver. Her breasts were being crushed under Mike's bulk as he writhed on her, squashing her into the mattress.
Someone was making stupid, senseless sounds that were mingling with the creaks and groans of the bed, and the slap of flesh against flesh. Cookie realized with a jolt that her throat was raw-she was the one that was moaning mindlessly.
The orgasm that burned through her went on, and on, and on, and on. It was a never-ending flow of pain/pleasure that neither increased nor decreased as Mike pistoned his prick in and out of her sated pussy.
It seemed to take him forever to cum. His moves went on, and on, and on. Then they quickened, became sharper, and she sensed the end of her pleasure and agony drawing near. He jerked into her, quick, hard, sharp, jolting drives that made their bodies crack together. Her moaning became a staccato grunting as the air was jolted out of her.
"Aaarrrhh," Mike growled mindlessly in her ear. He rammed and rammed and rammed at her, hauling down on her shoulders, trying to compress her against his cock, trying to spindle her on his prick. And at last her already glutted tunnel, flooding her folds with hot, thick gooeyness. Sprawled under Mike, she took her fourth load of cum of the day. Her climax soared upward from the plateau it had been on, then fell back.
Mike heaved off of her. She writhed hesitantly. "No more," she moaned softly. "Oh, God, no more."
"You okay?" Pete asked.
She nodded. "I'm okay," she assured him. She didn't even try to pull her legs together, just lay there with her thighs spread like a frog's, while thick cum oozed from her vagina, down over her anus. "Just go. Just go, before my parents come home."
Finally, after the house had been empty for an eternity, she struggled up off her bed and staggered to the bathroom. Filling the tub with steamy, hot water, she lowered herself into it gingerly. She hurt, inside and out. She felt hollow, yet satisfied. She washed herself slowly, tenderly, carefully. Then she just lay there and soaked in the hot water.
If Charlie had walked in on her at that point and wanted to take her, she would have rejected him. And she knew it. So she hoped that he wouldn't come in. Because she wanted to want him, and have him. Her incestuous desire was an evil worm gnawing away at her soul. She had to have her brother. Nothing could kill that incestuous desire in her belly.
She had.sacrificed her virginity, and in the end, it meant nothing. It was not even a hollow victory. It was no victory at all. She was too tired to cry, or to try to figure out how she could get what she wanted so desperately.
CHAPTER VII
Charlie stood with his hands in his pockets. He was furious with himself, furious with Polly. Also, he was trying not to think about his sister. He had carefully been avoiding being alone with Cookie ever since the day he had seen her lying naked on her bed. He didn't know what her motives were, but he didn't trust himself, at all. He knew what his goal was. He was becoming a maniac, a complete sex maniac.
Which was one reason he was here at Polly's. The other reason was that Cookie was at home, by herself. Before he had left, she had said something about doing some sunbathing and gone to change into a bathing suit. So he had fled to Polly to get release from his sexual tension.
He had a hard-on that hurt, it was so powerful. He had his hands in his pockets in an attempt to hide the stiff prod, because Polly was not alone.
He studied the two girls sullenly as he sat in the lounge chair. Polly was wearing a comparatively demure two-piece suit. Both halves hugged her soft curves, the knit material clinging to her flesh. The top half was just small enough to press her breasts upward and inward a little, producing a deep, interesting cleavage. The bottom half was stretched over her lush, round ass. Between her thighs it hugged her mons closely.
He wondered how something as demure as that suit could be so damn sexy.
Ginny Sanders was there to get help from Polly with a cheerleading routine. Ginny's suit was decidedly not demure. It was a minuscule bikini. But, Ginny needed less suit than Polly did. Ginny was in Cookie's class, and she was tall and skinny. Her lean body was darkly tanned. The flowered bikini was cut low on her hips, below the wings of her pelvis. When she turned, he could see half her ass cheeks, the suit had ridden up so. Her ass was small, hard, and clenched-looking.
The top of Ginny's suit appeared even more unnecessary than Cookie's had a year ago.
Charlie's attention was mostly on Polly. The way her boobs jiggled as she and Ginny went through the exhausting routine made his cock throb. The final jump, where she arched her back, kicked her legs back and out in a vee, stretched her arms high, and bowed her whole lush body, threatened Charlie's sanity. When she hit the ground she did her invariable springy bounce and her breasts jolted and shivered, threatening to burst out of her suit.
All Charlie could do was wait for Ginny to leave. He had no idea when that would be. Polly had implied that he'd get what he wanted, sooner or later. It looked at this point as if it was going to be later, a lot later.
"Whew! Break time," Polly panted, pushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. Her body was filmed with sweat.
"Where's the thermos?" Ginny asked. "Oh, I see it."
"Me first," Polly yelled, darting toward the jug of lemonade.
"Oh no you don't," Ginny said, running after her.
They collided, and each battled to reach the jug first, and keep the other away from it. Bumping against the table, they tumbled to the grass, a giggling mass of bare arms, legs, and torsos. Charlie's lust boiled higher at the sight of the two girls wrestling.