With a last powerful thrust of his hips he socketed his phallus full-depth in Polly's vagina and clung desperately to her as he was rocked with a gut-wrenching orgasm. Every muscle in his body pulled tight as he poured his thick load of cum into her belly. His ass clenched with every explosive burst of semen from his balls.
When it was all over, he was limp and exhausted. He lifted his head, suddenly aware that he had his cheek in the juices left on Polly's face by Ginny's cunt. He licked his lips, savoring the mingled saliva and cum. Then he looked wearily over at the skinny, younger girl. Ginny, still nude, was sitting on the grass facing Mm. Her knees bent, her feet spread, one arm resting on her knee, she was sipping lemonade from a paper cup.
"Thirsty," Polly croaked weakly.
"Well, I beat you to the lemonade," Ginny announced.
As they all sat there drinking lemonade, Charlie tried to sort out what had happened. He had been looking forward to a shot at Polly when he had come over. But it seemed nothing ever was the way he expected it to be anymore.
"You, too, huh?" he asked Ginny.
"Me, too, what?" she responded.
"You're a-uh-sex nut, too?"
"Shit, who isn't?"
Charlie shrugged, staring thoughtfully down at himself. His penis sagged sadly against his thigh. "Not too many I can think of," he acknowledged.
"You're learning, Chuck," Polly told him.
"Chuck?" he asked.
"You can't call anyone who can ball like you can 'Charlie', can you?"
"Don't see why not"
"Rhymes with fuck," Ginny pointed out cheerily.
"Girls your age aren't supposed to know words like that," Polly teased.
"Not supposed to know words like shit, and asshole, and cock, either," Ginny noted. "And speaking of cocks, you've got a nice one, Chuck."
Charlie felt a bit self-conscious about her dispassionate compliment to what he had long thought of as a taboo body part. "Uh, thanks," he answered.
"Knows how to use it, too," Polly said.
"Looked kind of quick and heavy to me," Ginny replied. "I mean, it didn't seem to show any staying power at all."
"Well, what the hell do you expect after I had to stand around and watch you two?" Charlie said defensively.
"He's got staying power," Polly assured Ginny.
"I'd like to see that," said. "As a matter of fact, I'd like to feel it."
"Not right now," Charlie pleaded. "I'm all used up."
"If you're half the man Polly claims you are, that can't be true," Ginny sniffed.
Charlie straightened his legs out in front of him and waved his limp penis. It looked like a stubby, pale worm. "So, look."
"Does look pretty pitiful," Ginny acknowledged.
"Looks to me like maybe it needs a kiss," Polly teased.
Charlie's guts began to knot. He willed his cock to remain limp, wanting to play out the charade that he saw developing.
"I'll bet you're right," Ginny agreed. "A little mouth to prick resuscitation is required, I think." She tossed her paper cup casually to one side and got to her knees.
Charlie felt a momentary qualm as Ginny knelt between his outstretched legs. He had remembered that this slender, tanned, nude girl was exactly the same age as his little sister. But his lust, and the memory of what Ginny had done with Polly overcame his reservations. He wasn't corrupting some innocent youngster. Ginny was probably more experienced than he was.
Propping herself on one elbow, Ginny rested her chin on her hand, and played with his limp penis with the other. Her straight black hair framed her slender, tan, high cheek boned face. Her lips were pursed as she fiddled thoughtfully with his flaccid prick.
Holding it gingerly between two fingers, she bent forward. Her tongue speared out to touch the purple cap of his circumcised organ. "Mmmm, tastes like you, Polly," Ginny reported. "And Charlie, too, of course. You're all crusty and scratchy with cum."
"Not surprising," Charlie answered, trying desperately to act casually as he studied the girl holding his cock.
"Have to wash you all off," Ginny said. "Tastes yummy." She began to lick his prick, washing the dried semen and vaginal secretions off it
Blood began to pool in the shaft making it slowly swell in Ginny's grasp. The sated nerves in his penis began to come to life as they relayed the sensation of Ginny's tongue rasping against them.
"Now we're getting somewhere," Ginny purred, still licking and licking and licking his swelling cock. Opening her mouth, she slipped his growing tool between her lips and sucked on it as she pulled her head slowly away. The pressure of her velvety tongue on the dorsal surface seemed actually to draw blood into his phallus.
Pushing her head forward, rocking on the point of her elbow, Ginny took his cock farther into her mouth. Closing her lips around it, she pulled back, sucking as she did, scrubbing the underside with her tongue.
Then Charlie's cock grew so rigid she was forced to hold it down, to aim it at her face like a cannon muzzle. No longer propping her chin on her hand, she used her fingers to lift and tease Charlie's balls. She tickled up behind his scrotum, sending a fiery itch ripping through his crotch.
Her head tipped so she could take his phallus, she leaned slowly forward and drove his prick into her mouth again. This time, her lips closed around it on the way in, and her tongue pressed against the underside. She had her mouth and throat in line, like a sword swallower, and she took his cock deeper, and deeper, and deeper into her. She took it until he felt her soft palate against his glands. She took it until it was actually burrowing down her throat. She was frowning with concentration as her lips were distended by the brutal bulk of his cock. Her nostrils flared as she tried to inhale. His cock head was corking her throat so she couldn't possibly breathe. She worked her lips as if she were drawing in a monster string of spaghetti, and got his cock in a fraction of an inch further. Then, suffocating, she had to stop. She drew back and he felt her throat pulling closed behind his cock-head as she withdrew. She sucked in a huge breath and he felt cool air swirling around his glands. She waited, his cock on the back of her tongue, and breathed deeply a few times, then sucked in a huge lungful and held it.
Charlie held his breath, too, and stared down at the girl spitted on his phallus. He knew what Ginny was trying to do. It was a pornographic circus act. She was trying to ingest the entire length of his phallus!
Dimly, Charlie was aware that Polly was watching the action closely, her fingers clutching the crushed remnants of her paper cup. Her mouth was open, as if she had a cock between her lips.
Ginny was rolling forward over his phallus again. Quickly and easily, she managed almost as far as she had gotten the last time. Then she jerked forward a half an inch more, paused, then gained another half an inch. Charlie felt his cock squeezing down her gullet. His hands braced behind him, he was trembling, vibrating with ecstasy.
Ginny lurched forward farther. Her lips were working around the glutting mass of his phallus. The first wisps of his pubic bush were tickling her nose. She gained another half-inch, then a quarter-inch more. Barely half an inch of phallus remained between her working lips and Charlie's body.
He found himself tensing as he mentally urged her on. He was so wrapped up in the sight of nearly all his cock going into her mouth, he was only faintly aware of the feel of her throat squeezing his glands. He didn't even notice the discomfort of having his cock forcibly bent downward.
After one last short pause, Ginny shoved forward, and the last fraction of an inch of Charlie's pale, veined tower vanished into her mouth. Triumphant as a mountaineer planting his flag at the summit, she worked her lips against his body. It was as if she wanted to prove to herself that she had actually done it. Her nose was buried in his scratchy bush.