Then she fell back away from him. His cock slid out of her throat, out of her mouth, and lurched up, spraying her face with her own saliva as it whipped free.
"Now," she gasped. Pushing forward, she forced him down on his back. Straddling him with frantic haste, she set the head of his cock between her protruding labia and dropped down on it, cramming it up into her tight vagina. Her slender body writhing uninhibitedly, she screwed herself on Charlie's phallus with total abandon. As she bounced her hips up and down, she swung them in a wild circle that made his cock flail around in her clinging hole. Her face was a twisted mask of pure lust as her head lolled on her shoulders.
Suddenly, Polly was stepping over Charlie, straddling him. The soft delectable girl was presenting her brown-fuzzed pussy to Ginny, thrusting her hips forward. Polly planted her cunt on Ginny's face as Ginny bounced and fucked herself on Charlie's cock. Grabbing Ginny's head, Polly almost forced the girl to eat her pussy. But Ginny didn't seem to mind. From below, Charlie could see Ginny's mouth working hungrily in Polly's snatch. He could see the thick, glistening waves of fluid streaming from Polly's juicy folds. He could see her anus pinking and darkening, pinking and darkening as her muscles convulsed spasmodically from her orgasm.
Ginny was cumming too, her vagina clenching around his phallus. Charlie felt his semen spurting hotly into her eager hole. Thick gouts of jism spurted into her convulsing body. Hot drops of cum spattered down on his chest and stomach from Polly's fountaining pussy. The three-way carnal pyramid held for a long, aching, ecstatic, sun-baked eternity, and then slowly fell into ruin as the orgasm welding the three of them together faded.
It was a long time before any of them could speak. Sharing a cup of lemonade, they sat there totally sated.
"What does Cookie think of your sexual abilities?" Ginny asked.
Charlie was shaken by the mention of his sister. "She doesn't know about them."
"Shoot, I thought you would have had her a long time ago," Ginny snorted. "God, my brother sure as hell educated me."
"Cookie's different," Charlie said angrily. "She's still a virgin."
Ginny stared at him in amazement, then burst into peals of laughter. "You have got to be kidding," she gasped. "Do you really think she's a virgin?"
"I'm sure of it," Charlie snapped.
"Easy, Chuck," Polly soothed. "I wouldn't be so sure if I were you."
Charlie looked from one girl to the other. He started to argue, then slammed his mouth closed and lurched up and away from them. Grabbing up his clothes, he fled, dressing quickly and awkwardly as he staggered through the house and away.
It couldn't be, couldn't be, couldn't be. But God, why not? Ginny was the same age. Why shouldn't Cookie have lost her virginity a long time ago?
He kept seeing Cookie on her bed the way she had been that day. The vision burned straight to the core of his soul and left him in ruins.
He wanted her more than ever, now. But, God, how could he, how could he? His own sister!
CHAPTER VIII
Cookie heard Pete close the front door behind her. She stripped the simple shift dress she was wearing up over her head and off. It was the only thing she had put on after her stupid brother had run out on her again.
Feeling the cool air touch her body as intimately as Pete's appreciative eyes, she walked across to the couch and sat down. "Anyone here besides you?"
"No."
"Good. Then fuck me," Cookie ordered, lying on her back, swinging one leg to the back of the couch, letting the other trail down to the floor. She felt chill air cut into her sticky pussy as she assumed the gaping pose.
She saw the hot interest on Pete's face, and the shifting bulge in his pants. As he studied her, she clung to his carnal interest as if it were a life line. Her ego had taken a powerful beating at Charlie's hands. Every time she made any move in his direction, he ran from her as if she had the plague. Today, when their parents went out shopping, she had stripped, and walked into his room, naked. It hadn't worked. Muttering some shit about a ball game, he had brushed past her and fled.
But Pete wanted her. The wiry, handsome, black-haired youth was stripping his tee shirt up off his torso. Tossing it away, he unbuckled his wide belt, then shoved his jeans down and kicked free of them and his loafers at the same time. His jockey shorts were almost bursting from the steel-hard thrust of his long, slender prick.
His tower of meat was evidence of her desirability. So long as she could give a man a hard-on like that, her ego was safe.
She had given someone else a hard-on today. Actually, she had probably given two other people hard-ons. Charlie had skipped out before she could be sure. Just after Charlie had left, Cookie had run into her father. Back to pick up something he had forgotten, he had appeared at the head of the stairs just as she was walking down the hall.
He had frozen. His eyes had ripped over her, he had licked his lips, and a huge bulge had appeared in his pants almost instantaneously.
"Hi, Daddy," she had greeted him softly, making no move to cover her maturing breasts or her blonde-fuzzed pussy.
Then her mother had called from downstairs, breaking the sexual tableau like fragile crystal. Her father had flamed red and stalked past her, actually pushing her into her room as he went past. But he had wanted her.
Just like Pete wanted her now. He was down to the buff. His long skinny phallus was aimed at her like a gun. At the tip of its purple knob a shining drop of liquid glittered in the light.
Cookie fingered her pussy, spreading her labia to show the hot hole and its surrounding pink petals. "Right here," she murmured softy. "Put it right here."
"Not yet."
"Please."
Pete shook his head. He stood over her, studying the lines of her slender body. His cock drooled a heavy gleaming drop down at her. A glittering strand linked it to his prick and stretched fine as a spider's web before finally breaking. It felt like icy acid when it struck her thigh. A beaded strand of gummy secretion yo-yoed from the tip of his prick.
Deliberately, wantonly, Cookie reached up and wiped his phallus with her fingers, carried the fluid to her mouth and licked her fingers. "Fuck me," she urged.
Pete grinned slowly. There was a touch of cruelty to the languid smile. "Suffer," he said softy. "There's no rush."
"I need cock," Cookie insisted, spreading her outer lips still further. "I need it, I need it, I need it."
"Well," Pete told her, "you are not going to get it yet:" He leaned over and teased one finger into her pussy. He touched her clit and her hips heaved up in hungry response. He grinned broadly. He wiggled his finger back and forth, back and forth over her clit, rolling it against her pubic arch, first one way, then the other.
"Awww, please!" Cookie whined.
"Like that?" Pete asked.
"Awww, yeah, but I need cock," Cookie wailed. "I need cock."
"You'll get it," he assured her. "When I'm good and ready, you'll get it."
"Bastard," she hissed, then groaned as he tormented her clit with his finger.
"You're getting wet," he noted, slipping a finger into her. "Real hot and wet and slippery."
"God! Stop torturing me," she groaned. Flames were slashing through her, driving her mad. Her vagina spasmed, futilely groping for what should be filling it. Blindly, she reached up and tried to locate his prick. The backs of her fingers bumped against it, and she felt a sticky wetness on her skin. She curled her fist around his phallus and tugged on it, trying to drag it down into her streaming hole.