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   Family Persuasions By Connie Lyle

   CHAPTER I

   The misgivings Charlie Crandall had had about the evening dissolved
completely the moment he felt Jan Peter's warm, soft lips close around his
jutting, aching, desperately hungry prick.  After all, if she didn't care
about having someone in the car with them, why should he?  Her mouth
circled his blood-swollen staff, and her tongue washed over the glands like
hot, wet velvet, and his hyperactive, nineteen-year-old balls spurted a
boiling hot flood of sperm into the base of his cock.

   He had laid out the ground rules to Cookie as soon as they had left the
house.  No peeking, no squawking, no yakking, and, above all, a death oath
not to squeal to their parents about what might or might not happen.

   "Why?  What's so special about tonight?" Cookie had demanded.

   "You're too young," he had retorted, stopping the car in front of her
date's house.

   "I'm not either, I'm eighteen," she had retorted.  "Oh, I get it. 
You've got a date with Jan Peters, don't you?"

   "So?"

   "So, I know what kind of reputation she's got," Cookie had snorted.

   Yeah, well, Jan did deserve her reputation.  She was taking his cock
like he wouldn't have believed possible.  Her warm, soft lips were wrapped
around his phallus.  Her tongue scrubbed the underside in a wild, swirling
motion that was making his juices flow like lava.  Kneeling on the front
seat, snipped to the waist, she held his prick in her fingers as she dipped
her head up and down.  From time to time her teeth would nick his flesh,
bringing a flicker of pain to mingle deliciously with the searing, aching
ecstasy.

   Cookie wouldn't believe this if she could see it, Charlie told himself.
He wondered, in a brief coherent moment, what was going on in the back
seat. But he too had promised not to peek.  Probably that oaf Mike was
trying to paw her like the clod he was.  Well, Cookie just wasn't that kind
of chick.  Of course, she was starting to get kind of curvy.  Charlie had
been surprised, last time he had seen her in her bathing suit-surprised
that she actually had some need for the top of her bikini.  She had shown a
lot of golden tan skin in the skimpy suit, and the cups had really had
something in them!

   Still, she was just a kid.  Probably had never even heard of
cocksucking. Probably she had never had a guy feel her up.  Probably didn't
know what a guy liked to have done to his prick.

   But Jan Peters sure as hell knew what to do, and was doing it.  She had
her fingers under his balls and was rolling them back and forth, back and
forth, until Charlie thought he was going to go nuts.  And the way she was
squeezing the base of his cock!  Hard enough to make it ache just a little
bit, just the right amount.  And all the time her head was bobbing,
bobbing, bobbing.  Her short black curls were tickling his bare skin as she
stroked her head up and down.

   When she released his phallus he felt a surge of disappointment.  She
bent his cock down and took it in her mouth the way a dog carries a bone.
Her tongue curled around the underside and she moved her head sideways,
sliding the length of his shaft along her tongue.

   Thrusting his hand under her, Charlie gripped one of her firm, jutting,
eager breasts, molded the rounded conical shape in his hand, felt her
thrusting nipple dig into his palm.  She was firm and warm and soft, all at
the same time.

   Jan Peters sure was something!  She had not waited for him to thrust his
tongue between her lips, but had taken the lead there.  When he had put his
hand on her breast he had felt through her loose shirt that she wasn't
wearing a bra.  Her hand had gone to his crotch before they finished their
first kiss.

   Charlie had waited damn near forever for this date with her.  Now it was
all coming together.  It was worth all the waiting.  Even the nagging
presence of his younger sister in the back seat couldn't spoil it.

   In the back row of the drive-in movie, under the trees, they were safer
than if they had been in his own bedroom with the door locked.  This
passion pit ran X and R rated flicks, and never checked ID's.  They made
their money off all the dirty old men and horny teens in town.  When the
movie came on and the lights went down, the action in the cars was heavier
than on the screen.

   Like, nothing on the screen could match the incredible slurping blowjob
he was getting.  The way her tongue curled around his cock was
unbelievable. She was coating every inch of it with spit.  Then she wormed
her head down between his thighs and mouthed his balls, rolled them on her
tongue, heating them with her hot mouth.

   Then she was back, back to the main course again.  Holding his prick
upright, she pressed its tip to her closed lips and pushed her head down
slowly, letting his phallus drive her jaws open.  She met his glands with
her tongue.  She kept on pushing down, driving his phallus into her,
sliding it along the length of her tongue, through her lips.  His glands
bumped the roof of her mouth and pushed toward her throat, until he felt
her breath swirling around it.

   Christ!  She had to be taking it halfway down her throat!

   Charlie had never experienced anything like it before.  He'd gotten a
few of his dates to feel him up.  He had gotten his fingers into hot,
bushy, wet pussies from time to time.  He had even gotten a couple of
chicks to jack him off until he had spurted semen all over their dainty
little hands.

   But this was the first time had had gotten head.  This was the first
time he had actually gotten his cock into a girl in any fashion.  It was
one hell of a way to be introduced to real hot, wet sex.  God!  He felt he
was going to burn up from the heat her hot sucking mouth was building in
him.

   "No, Mike!"

   Cookie's soft, not quite whispered plea jolted through Charlie's haze of
pleasure.  Damn it!  Why had Mom and Dad insisted he and Cookie double up,
tonight of all nights?  He supposed now he would have to turn around and
rescue his baby sister from the boob she was with.

   Then everything was quiet in the back seat again and Charlie forgot
about Cookie as Jan's mouth worked and sucked.  Her tongue was stroking and
slurping.  Still massaging her breast hard with his other hand, Charlie
touched the back of her head as it bobbed up and down, up and down.  He
hoped he would not cum for a long, long time.  This was too excruciatingly
good to end soon; it had to last.  Jan was sure proving what all the guys
said, that she was one hot piece.  When Charlie had unbuttoned her shirt,
she had damn near thrown those great tits of hers at him.

   Those breasts!  The one he was now massaging with his hand felt as good
as it had looked in the flickering light from the movie screen.  It wasn't
that they were so large, though they were one of the larger pairs around
school.  They were such a great shape.  They were perfect cones that jutted
forward.  They were pointed and firm.  Her areolae were about an inch in
diameter, rounded, cup-shaped.  In the center of each was a nubbin nipple
that just begged to be pinched and rolled and twisted.

   Charlie had pinched and rolled and twisted them, encouraged by Jan's
eagerness.  She hadn't accepted his touch, she had demanded it.  She had
sat back proudly so he could see her boobs in their full glory.  Then, as
she kissed him with the same sucking wet mouth that was now engulfing his
cock, instead of jamming herself against him, she had held herself away so
he could fondle both soft, firm, warm mounds.

   Aahhh!  Jesus, it felt great to have her suck him!  It felt as if she
was trying to suck the cum right out of him.  He could feel the suction
drawing blood into his cock, making the head of it swell and tingle.  Then
she scrubbed it with her tongue again, and he felt hot lubricant seeping
into her mouth.  She lapped it up as if she loved the taste of it.  He had
heard she'd take the load right into her mouth and swallow it when you did
finally cum.  The thought made his guts twist into a tight, hot knot and
brought still another wave of sperm into the chamber at the base of his
phallus.

   Her breath puffed onto his hairy stomach, stirring his pubic bush.  Her
fingers curled around his balls, warming them, speeding the flow of sperm
from them.  His hips were shifting and jumping now, forcing his prick down
her throat.  Somehow she managed not to gag.  Her back and ribs were warm
under his arm as he continued to reflexively squeeze and massage her
breast. Her ass shifted and squirmed restlessly as she sucked and sucked on
his simmering cock.

   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.

   "Two fingers," she whispered.  "Two fingers."

   Eagerly, Charlie slipped a second one into her hot hole, felt her folds
expand to admit it.  He wondered what it would feel like to have his cock
in her honey hole.  He had hoped it would happen tonight, but Cookie's
presence made it impossible.  The blowjob Jan had given him had been great,
but he still had a nagging desire to know what a real fuck felt like.

   But right now there was the pleasure of having his hand coated with
Jan's juices as he pumped and wiggled his two fingers in her slippery,
steaming vagina.  The feel of her pubic hair scratching his palm and her
flesh slipping over her pubic arch was nice too.

   She was whimpering softly, licking her lips and whining as he
masturbated her.  Her fingers clutched convulsively at the steering wheel.
Her breasts quivered and heaved with every passion-wracked breath.  He
pressed his free hand down on one of her full mounds, squashed it, kneaded
it.  Then he transferred his hand to the other one, and, circling her
nipple with his fingers and thumb, he pressed in and pinched her nipple up.
Then he thumbed it, watched it push into her softer breast flesh.  The
moment he took his thumb off it sprang back, eager and impatient for more.
He closed thumb and forefinger on the hard bud, pinched it, rolled it,
tugged it.

   "Ah-ah-good, good," Jan whispered.  "Aw-aw."

   Charlie's rigid cock was bent agonizingly down by Jan's head. 
Awkwardly, he shifted his hips.  As if she understood, she lifted her head
and let his cock swing up and around.  Then, carefully, she nestled her
head back down on his thighs.  His cock was now tipped up, jutting free,
leaning against her cheek.

   The sight of his phallus, so close to her face, gave Charlie a lewd
charge.  She had a sweet face, a young face, but not a baby face.  The
sight of his erect penis leaning against her soft cheek was exquisite.

   He redoubled his efforts in her crotch and on her breasts, watching,
fascinated, the way his fingers vanished in her hairy pussy.  Curling his
thumb under, he groped for the nerve button of her clit.  It made his
tendons ache, but he was determined to do it.  Something in him was forcing
him on, forcing him to try to give her the best time he could.

   He felt her clit quivering under his thumb, and rolled it wildly back
and forth.  Jan's hips heaved in response to the searing stimulation, and
he knew he had her.  He tormented her clit and wriggled his fingers in her
vagina at the same time.  Awkwardly, he leaned over and managed to kiss one
of her nipples.  He drew the hard nubbin into his mouth, and rasped his
tongue over it.

   Jan's response was to buck her hips against his working hand.  Her
pelvis rolled and twisted and jerked almost as if she were trying to throw
his hand off.  She arched her back and tried to ram her whole breast into
his mouth.  Twisting her head, she licked his hard-on and whimpered deep in
her throat.

   His back aching, Charlie reluctantly released her breast and
straightened up.  He increased his efforts at her crotch.  Her hot thighs
slammed closed on his hand, then opened, and slammed closed again as her
hips heaved up against his hand.

   She stopped licking his cock, and just lay there quivering and
trembling. Then she jammed her hips up against his hand.  Her body arched,
her muscles knotting, a searing orgasm ripped through her lithe, perfect
body.  Her vagina spasmed around his fingers as her orgasm went on and on.

   Charlie damn near came himself, just from watching Jan climax.  He was
ramming his fingers as deeply into her convulsing pussy as he could, trying
to push her ass back down on the seat.  Finally her orgasm faded, her
muscles fell limp, and she lay there panting and drained.  She reached down
and pressed her hand on his, keeping his fingers sunk in her sodden vagina.
Her chest heaved as she caught her breath.

   Then she took his hand from her crotch and guided it to her mouth. 
Daintily, she sucked one of the fingers he had drilled into her fountaining
pussy.  Then, deliberately, carefully, she steered his hand to his own
mouth, and guided the other finger into him.

   Charlie hesitated a moment, and then sucked her fluids off his finger,
sensing, somehow, that this was a test.  He rolled her flavor around in his
mouth, savoring it, and decided that he liked it.  Relieved, he licked the
rest of her juices off his hand.

   Jan heaved herself up out of his lap.  She slid over beside him, drew
his arm around her shoulders, put his hand on her breast, and snuggled up
to him.  She reached over and curled her fingers around his hard cock and
began to pump it slowly and rhythmically.

   Charlie's pleasure was more languid, less intense and impatient, now
that he had come once.  Jan's hand was a hot glove around his stiff, ready
cock.  Every slow stroke seemed to draw a few sperm from his balls into the
firing chambers in his groin.  The feel of her arm across his stomach
increased his pleasure.

   He played languidly with her breast, sliding his palm over its soft
curves.  He brushed his fingers over the rubbery bump of her nipple. 
Curling his fingers under her breast, he lifted it gently, measuring its
weight and fullness.

   They were both naked.  It was amazing.  Always before his make-out
sessions had been frantic, hurried, and uncomfortable.  The girls had
always been reluctant, terrified of being caught in the act.  It had always
been a struggle to get his hand up their skirts, impossible to get them to
undress.

   Jan was totally different.  She reacted to nudity with a casualness that
Charlie found incredibly erotic.  Here, at a drive-in movie, with cars on
both sides of them, and another couple in the back seat, she was making no
move toward covering herself.  She accepted, even welcomed his hand on her
bare breast.  She was fondling his cock as if it was the most natural thing
in the world.

   Was this what sex was really all about?  Charlie couldn't believe it
could be this simple, this easy.  Sex was something that happened behind
closed doors, in darkness and in stealth.  It was secret and private,
something hidden and furtive.

   Or was it?  Maybe this was the way it was supposed to be.  Maybe sex was
supposed to be open, and honest, and exciting.  Maybe it was supposed to be
enjoyed leisurely, slowly, and gently and peacefully.

   God, that hand around his cock felt good!  She was squeezing his phallus
gently as she pumped her hand up and down, up and down, sliding the soft
envelope of skin over the steely core.  Every once in a while she would
brush a finger over the rounded tip and stroke down, down over a point that
was extraordinarily sensitive.  Every time she did that, he would get a
searing tickle deep in his groin.  Then she would pump and pump and pump
some more, and bring another hot wave of fluid welling out the slit at the
end.

   What would happen if he slipped his hand over onto her bare thigh? 
Christ, why should he bother to wonder?  She had already sucked his cock
dry.  She had already demanded that he cram his fingers into her hot twat.
Why shouldn't he give it a try and see if she'd let him probe her hot, wet
slit a second time?

   He screwed his courage up to the breaking point.  Hesitantly, he moved
his hand over toward Jan's crotch.  His fingers brushed over his own,
strong, hairy thigh, then touched her satin-smooth, rounded one softly. 
Carefully, he moved his fingers along her warm bare skin, around the curve
of her leg, down toward the inside of her thigh.

   The back of his hand touched her other leg.  She had her thighs pressed
close together.  Before it could discourage him, she eased her legs open,
let him slip his fingers down to where her skin was softest and hottest He
gripped her thigh, and squeezed gently.

   Her fingers tightened momentarily around his phallus.  She reached
across with her other hand, and slid her fingers up under his balls.  Still
massaging his steel hard, aching prick, she rolled his balls on the fingers
of her other hand.  She was turned toward him slightly now, resting her
head on his shoulder.  Her hair was tickling his bare skin.  Leaning
forward a little, she nibbled and licked the side of his neck.

   Charlie slid his hand higher, toward the heart of her crotch.  The skin
under his fingertips seemed to get hotter and softer every inch of the way.
The nipple between the fingers of his other hand felt harder and more
swollen than ever.  He pinched and tugged at it.

   Hair touched his fingers.  Tight, wiry, scratchy hair brushed the side
and back of his index finger.  He could feel the heat radiating from her
pussy, he was so close to it.  She didn't do anything to stop him, to keep
him away from her hot hole.

   When his fingers actually burrowed into the hot, soft, yielding, steamy
nest of her pussy, she pushed forward against his hand.  Still pumping his
phallus, she stroked her fingers over the rubbery, nerve-laden bulb of his
cock.  Wrapping both hands around his penis, she made a tight tunnel for
his meat, and pumped at it while she squeezed it.

   Charlie felt an orgasm approaching as she skillfully and expertly
masturbated him.  He slipped his fingers into her burning crevice,
spreading her soft, hairy labia.  He carefully and shyly explored her
slippery hot slit feeling the petal-like inner labia, the big bump of her
clitoris, the little bump of her piss hole, and, below that, down between
her thighs, the steaming shaft of her vagina.

   Jan moaned softly when he touched her clitoris.  Her lips moved softly
on the side of his neck.  Her teeth caught a fold of skin, and as she
nipped it, worried it with her tongue.  She slid her ass forward a little
and spread her thighs farther apart.

   She began pumping his cock harder, more impatiently.  She added to the
already monumental stimulation by working her fingers as if she were
milking a cow.  She drew successive waves of hot fluid down the length of
his channel, and then smeared them into a hot paste on his burning prick.

   God!  Charlie knew he was going to cum again, and that it was going to
be as good, possibly better, than when he had spurted his semen into her
working mouth.  This time he was going to be draining deeper reservoirs,
and it was going to take longer.  This time when his muscles spasmed and
pumped they were going to be heaving a thicker, more resistant load.  They
would be working harder and he would enjoy it more.

   He probed two fingers into Jan's vagina.  He felt her hole spread open
around the invading digits, cling close to them, smearing them with thick,
slippery lubricant Experimentally, he eased a third finger into her tunnel,
and felt her tissues stretch to accept it.  He wriggled his fingers in her
seething tunnel, and heard her gasp in response.

   A gentle rocking of the car, a shifting and rustling in the back seat,
momentarily intruded into Charlie's consciousness.  Then he ignored
everything but the building pleasure in his crotch.  He concentrated on the
hot pool of cum in his groin, and the blazing nerve endings in his cock,
and the hot milking envelope around his fingers.  With his thumb he sought
Jan's clitoris and pressed down on it.  He felt it squirm aside.  Following
it, he squeezed the turgid rod of nerves against her pubic arch and felt it
squirt away like a watermelon seed.

   "Awwww," Jan whined softly as he again trapped her clit under his thumb.
She pumped his cock faster and harder, sliding her hand under his
testicles, probing back under the wrinkled bag holding them.  She scratched
and poked the ridge between his scrotum and anus.

   Charlie squirmed his ass forward and rocked his pelvis up to give her
better access to him.  Her finger pried farther back, and jabbed at the
dimple of his asshole, and fire roared through his guts.  His muscles
convulsed and heaved in reaction to the incredible unexpected probe.

   He was going to cum.  He was going to cum.  The itch, the ache, the
burning all melted together into a hot fireball of pleasure that spasmed
and pulsed, then swelled and contracted.  It ejected hot gobs that seared
the length of his tightly squeezed cock.  The searing fluid spurted,
erupted, and spattered down on his belly, his thighs, and Jan's hands and
arms.  She kept pumping and pumping and pumping his cock, milking it and
milking it with her fingers, and twisted her finger at the gate of his
anus. The scratching of her fingernail there lashed through him like a
delicious twisting, curling lightning bolt.

   He rammed his thumb on her clit and rolled it more frantically against
her pubic arch.  He was mindlessly squeezing her breast, hard enough to
bruise it.  He was pumping three fingers in her vagina.  He felt her
tissues fountaining around his hand.  She was whining and whimpering, her
body quivering in the throes of an orgasm as he sprayed his thick semen
over them both.

   Everything in the car faded out in the haze of pleasure, and returned
gradually as his ecstasy receded.  He felt limp and drained and totally
satisfied.

   The air in the front of the car was thick with the smell of sex as he
and Jan untangled themselves.  She licked his semen off her hands and arms
while he got a paper towel from the glove compartment, dried his hands and
dabbed his thighs and stomach.

   "How's everybody back there?" Jan asked.  She was still nude.  She
turned and rested her hands and chin, on the back of the seat.

   "Okay," Cookie answered sullenly.

   "Enjoy the movie?" Jan teased.

   "Oh, is there a movie tonight?" Mike asked.  Cookie jabbed him in the
ribs with her elbow.

   "Ready to leave?" Charlie asked.

   Jan turned with a jerky motion that made her breasts jiggle.  "You might
wait until I get dressed," she said brazenly.

   "Are you naked?" Mike asked.

   "Of course I am, dummy."

   "Let's get out of here.  I'm hungry," Cookie said quickly.

   "Okay," Jan agreed, lifting her ass off the seat and pulling her pants
up.  "Take it away, Charlie."

   He was trying to look in three directions at once as he started the car,
replaced the speaker on the pole, and tried to catch one last glimpse of
Jan's great breasts.

   He wondered what Cookie was so uptight about.  Maybe Mike had been more
cloddy than usual and had hurt her, or something.  If he had done anything
bad, Charlie swore he'd make the little twerp regret it.  Cookie might be a
pain in the ass at times, but she was his sister and he intended to take
care of her.

   As they pulled out of the drive-in, Jan was combing her fingers through
the black curls that tickled her neck.  "Got cum in my hair," she observed.
"It combs out easily, once it dries."

   Charlie's sweaty hands squirmed on the steering wheel.  After stopping
for a snack, he dropped Jan and Mike off, and he and Cookie headed for
home. She climbed over into the front seat and scrunched down next to the
door.

   "You okay, Sis?"

   "What do you care?" she sniffed.  "You and Jan sure had a hot time
tonight."

   "Yeah, well, not a word to Mom and Dad, remember?" Charlie reminded her,
nettled.

   "You going to see her again?"

   "Sure am," Charlie said enthusiastically.  "She said she wanted to see
me again soon."

   Cookie muttered something under her breath that he didn't catch.  He
glanced over at her.  She was staring sullenly out the side window.  He
wondered what she was so upset about.  He was determined to find out if
Mike had hurt her or what.

   "You okay?" he asked again.

   "Yeah!" she said curtly.

   Put off by her sharp response, Charlie let the matter drop for the time
being, and thought about Jan.  She really wanted to see him again.  If this
was a first date, what would she do on the second?  His exhausted cock
stirred slightly.

   He wondered what had happened between his sister and Mike.

   CHAPTER II

   "No, Mike!" Cookie protested feebly, as his hand pressed down on her
small breast through her blouse and bra.  "Oooohh, Mike," she groaned, her
fingers closing around his wrist.  She wasn't trying to lift his hand off
her anymore.

   A tidal wave of unfamiliar sensations raged through Cookie's
eighteen-year-old body.  Her nipples, tiny little pink buds, ached as they
stabbed impatiently into the cups of her bra.  Her insides felt all achy
and weak and quivery.  Between her slender tan thighs her shorts were
bunched up in her crotch, making her feel all hot and damp and sticky and
hungry and empty and itchy.

   Suddenly Mike's mouth was pressing down on hers, and his tongue was
wedging into her mouth.  Her resistance was changing to acceptance as wave
after wave of a thrilling new feeling raged through her maturing body.  She
had never felt anything like it in her life.  She clung to Mike desperately
as she was tossed on the storm waves of newly kindled sexual excitement. 
His hand squeezed her breast through her clothes, and it hurt, but it felt
so good, so wonderfully, incredibly good, too.

   Percolating dimly through the seething haze, increasing Cookie's
building passion, were the sounds from the front seat.  She could hear
Charlie, groaning softly, steadily.  Also, there was a wet sucking noise.
Cookie wondered vaguely what Charlie and Jan were doing.  Then Mike's
fingers were on the top button of her blouse, and her fear surged upward.

   "No, Mike," she pleaded weakly, uncertainly.  Oh, God, how could she be
afraid of anything that felt so incredibly good?

   The drive-in's loudspeaker rattled and squawked unintelligibly.  On the
big screen, in full color, bodies writhed, flesh met flesh in a tight, lewd
tangle.

   Cookie wasn't watching-she didn't need to-she was living it!  Mike was
unbuttoning her blouse-he was undressing her!  And she wanted him to!  She
wanted to be free of her suffocating, restricting clothes.  She wanted to
feel cool air and his hot hands all over her naked breasts.

   Only she didn't, either.  What if someone came by and shone a flashlight
into the car?  She'd die with shame if anyone saw her breasts.  Charlie had
said this was the safest drive-in in town, but what if he was wrong?  What
if a cop came along and caught her like this with Mike?

   She leaned forward enough to let Mike ease a hand between her back and
the seat, up under her loose blouse.  His other hand was desperately
clutching her breast through the thin cotton of her demure bra.  She could
actually feel the weave of the fabric as he scrubbed it across her burning
nipple, could feel the material wrinkling as he squeezed her tender little
mound.

   When she had brought the bra, it had been a little big.  Now it felt too
small.  The breast that wasn't being tormented by Mike's hand was aching
and swollen, demanding some attention for itself.

   Burying her face in Mike's shoulder, Cookie clung to him, and dug her
fingers into his back.  He was having trouble with the hooks of her bra. 
He was pinching her as he fumbled blindly with the elastic band.  She
wished he weren't so incredibly clumsy.  She didn't know whether to help
him or not.  She didn't know if he would mind her help, and wasn't sure she
could help him-it would be too much like going along with what Was
happening.  She couldn't do that, could she?

   What was happening with Charlie?  She could hear him wheezing and
panting and grunting.  What was Jan Peters doing to him?  The wet sucking
sound and the soft whimpering from Jan was driving Cookie crazy with
curiosity.

   Then she felt her bra come loose, felt Mike pushing the cups up off her
breasts.  Cool air touched her nipples, making them swell and ache and
stiffen even more.  Mike tried to push her back, but she clung to him,
afraid to let him see her still-developing breasts.  They weren't at all
like the big, full mature boobs they had in magazines.  Next to Jan even,
Cookie felt positively flat.  Of course, Jan was older, but only by a year.


   It didn't seem fair for Charlie to pay so much attention to Jan and so
little to his own sister.  She and Charlie shared the same house, yet he
had never paid any attention to her.  He had even stopped the horrible
tickling that used to drive her crazy.  All he did now was pant after
Jan-Jan with the big boobs and rotten reputation.

   Mike's hand closing on one of her bare breasts blasted Cookie's jealous
train of thought out Of her head.  His palm felt blazing hot against her
swollen tit.

   "Lemme see you," he whispered harshly.

   "No," Cookie whimpered, clinging to him desperately.  "No."

   "Come on," Mike said impatiently, pushing at her shoulder, trying to pry
her free of him.  "I'm touching you, aren't I?  So why can't I look at
you?"

   "I'm-I'm embarrassed."

   "Shit!  You think I've never seen a bare tit before?  I've seen lots of
them."

   Cookie doubted it.  She and Mike had been dating for long enough for her
to know this was new territory for him, too.  He had probably seen lots of
naked women in magazines.  But she was willing to bet she was the first
girl who had gone this far with him.

   "Come on, let me see," Mike pleaded.

   The loud noises from the front seat had stopped.  Cookie looked up
anxiously.  She was relieved to see that Charlie was looking at his lap,
and that Jan was out of sight.  But what was she doing?

   "Not so loud, Mike," Cookie said anxiously, not wanting Charlie or Jan
to look back and see what was happening.

   "Well, come on, then, or I'll really bellow," Mike said ominously.

   Reluctantly, Cookie let go of him and pushed away slightly.  Her head
hanging, her arms pulled forward defensively, her shoulders hunched, she
let the light from the movie screen flicker on her naked chest.  Between
her pose, and her blouse and bra, both unfastened and rumpled, she was
exposing nothing at all.

   Mike reached out and pushed her blouse aside and raised her bra, and
then moved one of her shielding arms out of his way.  Her head still
hanging, Cookie watched as one of her small mounds was spotlighted by the
glow coming through the windshield.  Her nipple, a tiny, shy pink bud, was
stiff and sharp on the small, creamy mound.

   Mike inhaled sharply, admiringly.  Encouraged by his response, Cookie
lifted her head and pulled her shoulders back.  She brushed a strand of her
straight blonde hair back behind her ear and looked at Mike defiantly.

   His eyes were large and shining with excitement as he studied her bare
breasts.  He licked his lips.  When he reached out to touch her, his
fingers shook visibly.

   Cookie sucked in her breath in reaction to his admiration, and the
hesitant fiery touch of his fingers on her tit.  She forced herself to
leave her hands in her lap as his fingers brushed and jolted over her
nipple.  She closed her eyes.

   She felt him shifting next to her, but kept her eyes closed.  His touch
on her breasts became bolder.  His fingers pinched and rolled one nipple,
making it burn.  The hot, wet feeling in her crotch was worse than ever. 
She squeezed her thighs together, and locked her ankles.  She squirmed
against the seat, twisting involuntarily under his exploring touch.

   Hot breath touched her bare chest.  The fingers that had been pinching
her nipple suddenly encircled her whole breast.  Mike's lips touched her
nipple, and flames lashed through her slender body.  The fire in her crotch
became a conflagration, and roared up through her, making her stomach knot.
Without even thinking about it, she curled her arms around Mike's head and
pressed his tickly curly red hair against her bare chest.  The itch in her
crotch was worse than ever.

   Mike's fingers touched high on her thigh, on the inside.  Cookie
unlocked her ankles.  Her muscles quivered as the strain on them was
released.  She let her knees open, feeling her legs shake as she did.  That
itch in her crotch had to be scratched, somehow.  Mike could do it, if he
would.

   She didn't want him to touch her-down there.  But, she had to have him
touch her there, she just had to.  The itch and fire were too great to
ignore.  And the way he was sucking on her tit, battering the little bump
with his tongue, was making the itch greater and greater and greater.  His
teeth dug into her breast as he sucked on her nipple.  Pain streaked down
and added to the hunger in her groin.  Whimpering, she let her head roll
from side to side as the delicious agony grew and grew and grew.

   Reaching down, she grabbed Mike's hand and pushed it into her crotch. 
She clamped her thighs around his wrist, grinding his fingers into her
still-covered pussy.  Then she uncrossed her thighs and slid her ass
forward on the seat, twisting her pelvis in a desperate attempt to increase
the pressure on her pussy.

   He shifted to her other breast, and the hunger in her crotch became
greater than ever.  She was whining and whimpering so loudly she knew Jan
and her brother were going to hear, but she couldn't make herself stop.

   She had to have more, much, much more.  Mike was fumbling blindly with
her shorts, unable to find the zipper and button that held them closed. 
With frantic, desperate fingers, Cookie located the fastening and opened
her shorts.  Mike pressed his hand against her panties, wriggled his
fingers down into the hot swamp of her pussy, pressed the lace of her
panties into her soft, sensitive flesh.  There was a hot point of pleasure
there, and a hungry, demanding, pulsing hole that needed to be filled.

   All Mike was doing was pressing his fingers against her covered pussy
and squirming and heaving against her as he sucked and tongued first one
nipple and then the other.  Cookie knew what she needed, but Mike evidently
didn't, or didn't know how to do it.  He kept squirming as if he was trying
to climb on top of her, which wasn't possible in the cramped back seat, of
the car.  Also, her shorts were tangled around the tops of her thighs, and
that wasn't what she wanted anyway.

   Grabbing his hand again, she guided his fingers under the top edge of
her panties.  She let him worm his fingers down along her bare belly,
between her panties and her body, probing toward that hot ball of need
between her thighs.  His fingers pressed into her pussy, against her soft
mons and its faint fuzz of fine blonde curls.  One finger poked between her
labia, into her hot, slippery slot.  Cookie wanted to curl her whole body
around that probing finger.

   Mike's squirming had pushed one of his big thighs against Cookie's
fingers.  She slid her hand over his hot pants-covered leg, and found a
heavy, hard ridge.  She froze, trapped between fear and curiosity.  Then,
hesitantly, her fingers explored the hot lump, measured it.  It was huge
and thrummed with life.  It was hot, and hard, and demanding.  She knew
what it was, even though she had never really seen or felt one before! 
Intrigued, she allowed her palm to appreciate the hot warmth coming from
the thick bulge while her hole oozed wetness at the thought of fucking
Mike.

   She traced the outline slowly, until her fingers hit the zipper of
Mike's fly.  She stopped.  She wanted to find the tab and ease it down. 
She knew the tower in Mike's pants was struggling to be free, but she was
afraid.

   Then Mike's finger moved deeper into her dripping slit, sending another
explosive wave of pleasure and need ripping through her.  Her hips wriggled
and squirmed, inviting him to pry still more intimately into her slippery,
hot secrets.

   Her fear was wiped away by the surge of excitement and pleasure his
touch triggered.  Impatient need made her find the tab to his fly.  She
opened it anxiously, then struggled one handed with his belt.

   Then his pants were open, and there was nothing between her exploring
hand and his swollen cock but his flimsy cotton underpants.  They felt wet
and sticky where they stretched over the searing tower of meat.  His column
of hot flesh felt bigger and harder than ever.  It thrust up impatiently
now that it was freed from his confining pants.  The stretchy cotton knot
of his underpants covered it, but wasn't strong enough to restrain it.  She
could pinch it between her fingers now, and get a better idea of its
thickness and size.  In the faint light reflected down from Mike's face,
his underpants were a vague, ghostly patch.  Cookie had nothing but her
sense of touch with which to study his jutting swollen prick.

   She ran her fingers over the rounded head where it dug into his
underpants.  Curling her fingers around the bulbous bump, she squeezed. 
She heard Mike gasp, and his finger drove deeper into her pussy, grinding
over the hot button of searing pleasure near the top of her slit.  His
fingertip was at the entrance to her vagina, teasing and tantalizing her
there, pressing against her virginal membrane.

   Cookie's pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced.  She had
never before been touched down there by a boy, had never even touched
herself like that.  She gripped the hot handle of Mike's cock, stretching
the sopping cloth of his underpants against it.  Holding a fully erect
penis in her fist was another new experience, which increased her lust. 
She and Mike had never done much necking.  But now, her brother showing the
way in the front seat, they had passed the point of no return.

   A squirming, twisting movement caught Cookie's attention.  Jan
reappeared, she was panting hard.  Her chin gleamed in the light from the
screen as if it was wet.  She licked her lips, kissed Charlie, and then
squirmed around, showing one bare shoulder before disappearing again.  Now
all that Cookie could see of the other girl was one hand, which was curled
possessively around Charlie's neck.  Jan's slender fingers were tangling
and weaving through the curls on the back of Charlie's head.  Then, for a
second, Jan's legs flashed above the seat back.  It looked as if she were
stripping her pants off.  Maybe she was completely naked!  Cookie found the
thought jarringly exciting.  She tried to visualize the older girl
stretched across the front seat, her torso in Charlie's lap.  But Cookie's
imagination failed her, and her lust destroyed her ability to concentrate.

   The fireball that had been building in her pussy suddenly erupted.  She
heaved and bucked as muscle-knotting pleasure blazed through her. 
Unmindful of the flickering light on her bare chest, she let her head roll
and her body twist as pleasure seared through her.  It was unreal!  It was
something she had never imagined, this incredible, flesh-burning ecstasy.
She fought to spread her legs wider, but her shorts, still around her
thighs, hobbled her.  Frantically, she shoved them down and kicked free of
them.  She spread her thighs wide apart, and felt chill air strike her
streaming cunt through the thin material of her panties.

   She was cumming-that was what was happening!  This was what it was all
about, this incredible, soul-searing pleasure.  The word she and her girl
friends had giggled about at pajama party gossip fests suddenly had a
blazing reality.

   With her blouse spread open, her bra tangled around her neck, and her
shorts in a heap somewhere on the floor of the car, Cookie was nearly nude.
Her panties were a token barrier, strained by her straddle-legged position
and Mike's hand inside them.  She didn't care, she didn't care, she didn't
care!  She wanted this searing pleasure to go on and on, forever, and ever,
and ever!

   She thought probably it would have, too, if Mike hadn't suddenly,
stupidly, driven a finger deep into her vagina.  Her ecstasy was instantly
replaced by sharp, cutting pain that was a blast of cold water on her lust.


   "OW!" she yelled, immediately regretting it.  Her brother started to
turn his head.  Then Jan Peters' tightened her hand on his neck and forced
his attention back to her.

   Mike either had not heard Cookie's yell, or was ignoring it.  He had
shoved her hand away from his cock and was frantically wrestling his
underpants down.  He was making himself naked, and it frightened Cookie
more than it excited her.  She was suddenly paralyzed with fear.

   Mike moved in on her, clutching at her, climbing on her with fumbling
impatience.  He was clawing at her like an animal.  He was trying to rip
her panties off her.

   Terror obliterated all lingering desire, and increased her strength. 
She battled him off, heaving at his shoulders, kicking at him, crossing her
legs instinctively, defensively.

   "No!" she whispered.  "No, Mike.  No!"

   For a minute, he battled her, panting hoarsely, then swore viciously.

   "What do you mean, no?" he demanded sharply.

   "Not so loud," Cookie pleaded.  "I mean N-O, NO."

   "Whattayamean, no?" he screeched.  "Jesus CHRIST!"

   "You-you hurt me," she said lamely.  "And I'm not going to let you-you
do me." She huddled away from him, arms crossed over her breasts, legs
crossed and doubled up until she was in almost a fetal position on the
seat.

   "BITCH!" Mike hissed viciously, moving toward her.

   "Sssshhh!" Cookie cautioned, with a quick, meaningful glance at the
front seat.

   Mike subsided reluctantly, muttering something about "bodyguard."

   Cookie loosened up a little bit, but remained wary.  "I'm-I'm sorry,"
she apologized.  "But, honest, you did hurt me."

   "Cocktease," Mike said sullenly.  "That's what you are, a fucking
cocktease!" He was half doubled over and had his knees drawn up.  "Get me
all ready to go, then you say there's no place to go.  How the hell do you
think that makes me feel?"

   "I don't know," Cookie said honestly, easing over toward him.  When he
tried to reach for her, she fended him off, gently but firmly.  "No, not
that, Mike, please.  Honest, you did hurt me.  I'm sorry, but I can't do
it."

   Mike eyed her suspiciously.  "Tell me, did you cum?"

   "I-I think I did.  Just before you took your hand away." She stared down
into her dark lap and twisted her hands nervously.

   "So you get all the good stuff, and I get a case of blue balls," Mike
sulked.

   "Blue balls?"

   "Getting me all fired up and then leaving me hanging makes me feel like
I've been kicked in the nuts.  It isn't fair!"

   "But I don't know what to do," Cookie wailed, stung by his accusation.
"I'm not a cocktease, but I can't let you do me.  I don't know what to do."


   Mike swore under his breath.  "Well, give me your hands.  They'll be
better than nothing."

   Cookie let him take her hands and guide them to his cock.  It was bare
now, a thrusting tower of living meat.  It was only half as erect as it had
been.  It felt sort of soft and rubbery.  It stiffened and grew when she
curled her fingers around it.

   "It's so big," she whispered.  "I'm not big enough for it!"

   Mike's proud grin did nothing to ease her fear of the monstrous tower in
her hands.  "Move your hands up and down it like this," he instructed,
showing her, pushing her hands up and down his phallus.

   Cookie bit her lip nervously, fascinated and fearful.  The inside of his
cock felt as hard as iron.  The skin slid over the hard core like a velvet
glove.

   A soft whimper from the front seat distracted Cookie for a second.  Her
brother was looking in the direction of Jan's feet.  One knee was visible
above the back of the seat.  Her hand was no longer around the back of his
neck, but was clutching at the top of the steering wheel.  Her fingers were
curling and uncurling in time with her moans.

   Suddenly, Cookie realized that her brother was doing to Jan what Mike
had already done to her, only more openly and easily.  Jan had done him
already, and now he was doing her.  Jan was on her back, her head in
Charlie's lap, while he drove his fingers into her pussy.  That must be
what they were doing.

   The realization brought a surge of desire, a surge that was tinged with
jealousy.  If Charlie knew all this, why hadn't her taught her some of it?
Cookie turned back to Mike, determined to redeem herself and give him as
much pleasure as he had given her.

   She pumped her hands on his phallus, feeling the skin slip up and down
over the hard, rippled column of its core.  The ridge along the underside
felt a little softer then the top and sides.  The tip was rubbery and
yielding.  There was a groove that separated the head from the shaft. 
Cookie explored every hot, hard inch of Mike's huge cock, amazed at the
softness of the skin and the rigidness of the shaft.  She yearned to suck
it!  His balls were big and full, too, inviting her kiss.

   Cookie suddenly remembered a quick glimpse she had caught of her father
one time.  His cock, thick and short and drooping, had hung down from a
thick black bush of hair.  Behind it had been a dark lumpy blob.

   Cookie explored Mike's crotch, afraid he would object to the intimacy.
He didn't.  She found his balls, and, fascinated, rolled them around in
their wrinkled container, weighing and measuring them.  Then she slid her
hand forward to caress and fondle his penis again.

   Something hot and sticky coated her fingers, making them slide along his
hot flesh.  Instead of being disgusting, it was exciting, evidence that she
was making something happen to him.

   He directed her again, curled her hand around his huge shaft, bent her
fingers around it.  Then he moved her hand up and down on his tower.  She
massaged the head of his penis with her other hand.  Then she began to
coordinate her moves, to move her fingers up and down over the cap of his
prick as she worked the skin up and down the hard, hot shaft of his penis.
More fluid slicked her fingers.

   "Yeah," Mike panted softly.  "That's right, that's right.  Don't stop,
don't stop!"

   Cookie energetically pumped and pumped her hands on his phallus.  Her
bra flipped and snapped, rasping and bumping her bare tits, making them
burn.  She stared down into the blackness, able to see only a vague gray
blur as she pistoned her hands on Mike's penis.  She wished desperately she
could really see what was happening.

   "Faster!" Mike urged.

   Biting her lip, sweating, her shoulders aching, Cookie did her best. 
Squeezing harder, she massaged his phallus, faster and faster and faster.
Her hands were coated with his gummy oozings now, and felt slippery and
sticky as their body heat dried the thick lubricant.

   Every stroke of her hands on his shaft made a gummy, sticky sound, a
wet, high-pitched slapping noise unlike anything she had heard before.  It
was a sound she would never forget.  And she would always know what it
meant.

   There was a smell of sweat and musk that made her mouth water.  She
inhaled deeply as she masturbated him more and more frantically.

   Mike's hips began to jerk and heave in opposition to the pumping of her
hands.  His hand was on her bare thigh.  Then his fingers crept toward her
panty-covered crotch and dug into the sodden material there, pressed it
against her pussy.  She scissored her thighs open and shut and squirmed her
hips in an effort to get more stimulation from his touch, remembering the
fireball pleasure of her first orgasm, ignoring the dull pain that
remained.

   She was panting with the effort now as she worked her small hands up and
down on Mike's erect organ.  Her arms and shoulders were aching with the
effort.  But she refused to stop.  She knew something was going to happen.
She knew boys' penises squirted something when they came, and didn't intend
to stop until that happened.  Though it seemed to be taking forever for
Mike to do so.  She wondered if she was going to be able to keep it up much
longer.

   "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Mike panted.  "Almost, almost, almost.  AM, Jesus
that's good, Jesus that's good.  Go, go, go, go, go."

   His hips bounced and heaved, faster and faster and faster, and then
suddenly stopped, jammed up against Cookie's hands.  A hand came down
around hers, holding her to his prick.  She felt it jerk and pump in her
grasp, and felt thick, gooey, hot spurts of fluid jet into her fingers
where they curled around the cap of his phallus.  Glob after glob of thick,
scalding fluid spurted from him, burst past the finger covering the slit,
spattered her fingers, into her palm, dribbled down over the fingers around
the shaft of his organ.

   The smell thickened until Cookie could almost taste it.  Her hands were
bathed in his thick eruption, and her own body was knotted on the brink of
a second orgasm.  His fingers were digging through her panties into her
hot, wet pussy.

   The convulsions of the prick in her hands faded gradually to a weak
trembling, then died completely.  She moved her soaked, sticky ringers on
his shaft as it began to shrink.  It responded weakly with a few pulsations
before withering further, becoming rubbery where it had been hard.

   Her pleasure and wonder fading, Cookie sat there, her hands coated with
thick, gummy, aromatic semen.  Releasing Mike's shriveled penis, she raised
them and studied the creamy fluid.  Her fingers shone in the flickering
light from the screen.  She sniffed her fingers, smelled his semen, dragged
the essence of it deep into her body, filling herself with the unique
aroma. She was Surprised that instead of being disgusted with the gooey
mess, it tantalized her, fascinated her, even made her mouth water.

   Well, why not?  She licked the back of her hand cautiously, where there
was a small blob of semen.  Instantly, her mouth was suffused with an
unfamiliar salty taste.  She-liked it, she decided.

   She saw Mike studying her wearily, and smiled at him.  Mischievously,
she reached out to smear some of his own cum on him, but he fended her off.
Then, deliberately, feeling raunchy and sexy, she smeared her face with his
gooey semen.  She coated her cheeks with it, felt it dry to a chilly crust
on her.  She licked her fingers, cleaning them, knowing he was watching
her, knowing instinctively that it excited him as much as it did her.

   Then, finished, feeling languid and sexy, she stretched luxuriously. 
His eyes played over her nearly nude torso.  Her small breasts flattened
with the stretch.  Her pink nipples, still hard and alert just from the
cool touch of air against them, were drawn tight.  Leaning over against
him, she let her body relax in a way it had never relaxed before.  "Okay,
now?" she asked softly.  She teased his limp, drooping penis with fingers
that were much wiser than before.

   "Fine," Mike answered.  "You?"

   "Perfect," she purred.  She watched the movie absently, replaying in her
mind everything that had just happened.  Apparently her brother and Jan had
finished their activities.  They were both visible now.  Charlie's arm was
around her, and was reaching clear down in front of her.  He's probably
cupping one of her breasts in his hand, Cookie thought jealously.

   She took one of Mike's hands and guided his arm around her, and placed
his palm on her bare breast.  It felt good, warm and firm and comforting.
But she wished that it was Charlie's hand instead of Mike's.  Mike was all
right, but he was young, and impatient, and she knew he didn't love her,
and that she didn't love him.

   She loved Charlie.  Since he'd gotten interested in girls, though, he
had practically ignored her.  Which wasn't fair, because she was a girl,
too.  She was only a year younger than Jan, after all.

   Cookie wished it had been Charlie instead of Mike that she had
masturbated.  She wondered if she could ever get her brother's attention.
As Mike's fingers played lazily with her small breast, she imagined that
sparse blonde pubic hair and between her soft, warm, they were Charlie's
fingers, and immediately felt a soft warmth growing in her belly. 
Stealthily, she eased one hand down to her crotch, eased her fingers inside
her panties.  She probed through the fine twists of her yielding labia. 
She found the nubbin of nerves that seemed to bring the greatest pleasure
and massaged it gently.  Her eyes closed, she dreamed of her brother, big,
strong, sturdy Charlie, with his handsome, tanned face, his light brown
eyes, his soft, curly, light brown hair.  She tried, unsuccessfully, to
picture him nude, then settled for her memory of him in his tight swimming
suit.  She dreamed of his hands on her breasts, his hands on her pussy, and
her pleasure spared up and up and up.

   "You okay?" Mike asked, breaking into her dream.

   "I'm fine," she said sharply, angry that her dream had been interrupted.


   She tried to recapture it and failed.  The hand on her breast was only
an irritation now, and the finger on her clitoris was painful instead of
pleasant.  The ecstasy was gone.  In its place was dull misery, a hollow,
empty feeling of loss.  Shrugging off Mike's hand, she groped for her
shorts and pulled them on, then fastened her bra and buttoned her blouse.

   In seconds she was dressed.  She was tired and frustrated and aggravated
and wanted to go home.  But Charlie and Jan were still necking and petting,
so she couldn't say anything.  Before they left home Charlie'd made her
promise not to be a pest.  Now, if she wanted to double date again, she had
better keep quiet.

   She wondered if there was some way she could get Charlie to pay
attention to her.  As the movie dragged on, she thought of plan after plan.
Somehow, some way, she'd get him to notice she was a woman.  Somehow.

   The sticky sound from the front seat had to be Jan masturbating Charlie,
or Charlie masturbating Jan.  Probably both, judging by the amount of
stupid groaning they were doing.  There was a breathless pause, then a
bunch of disgusting cleaning-up sounds.

   When Jan turned, brazen as could be, and made her crack about enjoying
the movie, Cookie's hatred of her grew.  Then Mike, stupid idiot, made his
comment about "what movie?" and began yakking about Jan being naked. 
Infuriated, Cookie wondered what Mike thought Jan was, anyway.  Dummy.

   It was a relief to be free of Jan and Mike at last.  Tumbling into the
passenger seat, Cookie settled by the door and glared out into the night.
She responded sullenly to Charlie's questions.  He didn't really care what
happened to her.

   "You going to see her again?" she asked finally, dreading the answer.

   "Sure am."

   "Tramp," Cookie muttered to the dark window, too softly for Charlie to
hear.  He asked her another stupid question.  She shut him up with a quick,
sullen answer.

   How could he be such a dope over a girl like Jan?  Cookie's jealousy was
a seething pool of lava in her guts.  She'd split them up, somehow.

   CHAPTER m

   Jan's head appeared around the door.  All Charlie could see was her
face.

   "Come on in.  Hurry up," she urged in a loud, theatrical whisper.

   "Uh, hi," Charlie stuttered, awkwardly stumbling over the threshold.  He
caught his balance and turned just as Jan closed the door.

   Holy Jesus!  His heart slammed to a stop, paused just long enough to
make his chest ache and his eyes fog over, then began pounding so hard it
bruised his ribs.

   She was naked.  She was as naked as that night at the drive-in.  She
stood facing him, her feet apart, her hands on her softly rounded hips. 
Her conical breasts thrust out at him, her nipples looking like the fuses
on an artillery shell.  She was all pale skin and black hair, all curves
and naked flesh.  The patch of hair at her crotch was a jet black trapezoid
angling down to between her thighs.

   Charlie gulped.  His cock rammed out against his pants.  It didn't have
anywhere near enough room.  He felt all weak and hot just looking at Jan's
naked body.  She wasn't making the slightest effort to hide anything from
him.  She was as naked as the girls in magazines.  Only Jan was alive, was
right there in front of him, close enough to touch.  His hands itched to
run over her naked skin, to press her gorgeous firm breasts and comb
through her thick kinky black pubic hair.

   "I was taking a sunbath out by the pool," she announced.  "Come on out.
Do you want a soda or anything?"

   "Uh, yeah, a cock, uh cola, or something," he said stupidly.  As he
followed her, he watched the rolling movement of her firm, round bottom. 
He studied the play of muscles in her graceful legs, the way her shoulder
blades shifted as she swung her arms.  She was a graceful symphony of
nakedness in motion.

   "I've got a cooler of stuff out here," she explained, leading the way
out the kitchen door, out into the blinding sunlight.

   Charlie couldn't take his eyes off her as she crossed to the cooler. 
Her skin looked very white in the harsh glare, and contrasted vividly with
her jet black tresses.  When she bent over the cooler, her lush ass thrust
straight at him.  It was one hell of an ass-tight and round, a dark crack
between two shining moons, a hint of ebony curls high up between her
thighs.

   She straightened, and turned, and Charlie was treated to a front view as
she came toward him, the sun gleaming on the slopes of her breasts, her
thighs scissoring around the black patch of her pussy.  Her breasts jiggled
delightfully with every step.  She started to hand him his drink, and then
set it aside instead.

   "You're way overdressed," she observed, tugging his tee shirt up his
torso.  "Come on, out of your clothes."

   Cowed, Charlie ducked forward and let her haul his tee shirt off.  When
she had called and invited him over, he had not expected anything like
this! He had some hope, but had squelched it with the thought that her
parents would probably be there, wanting to meet him-and to chaperone them.


   "Mom and Dad are gone for the day," she informed him as she unbuckled
his belt.  "Won't be back until late tonight.  How long can you stay?"

   Charlie's voice cracked in a way it hadn't done in years.  "Uh, all
afternoon, I guess.  Maybe even for dinner, if I call my folks."

   "Great." Jan tugged his zipper-down, giving his stabbing cock room to
straighten out, room to ram urgently against his underpants.  "You know,
it's funny, but no matter how hard I try, I just can't get a tan."

   Charlie tried to rally his brains and get back in control of his
lust-crazed body.  "Gee, that's too bad.  You burn easily, huh?"

   "Uh uh," Jan answered, prying his feet out of his shoes.  "I just stay
pale and pink.  All over, see?" Having freed his feet from the tangle of
his pants and socks, she stood up.  She invited his scrutiny, posed for
him, deliberately drew attention to her naked body.  Her hands on her hips,
her shoulders drawn back, she turned slightly and aimed one tit straight at
Charlie's naked chest.  She twisted slightly from side to side, bringing
one breast to bear on him, then the other.

   "You get nice and tan, don't you?" she asked.

   "Uh, yeah," Charlie agreed.

   "Bet I know one part of you that isn't tan," she giggled.  She reached
down and touched his rock-hard phallus through his strained jockey shorts.
Her touch tickled and burned at the same time.  He could feel an oozing
drop of secretion drying coldly on his underpants where they were stretched
over the head of his cock.

   "Let's see," she murmured, tugging on the elastic of his shorts, heaving
it out over his upthrust shaft.  Hot sun burned his cockhead and the pale
skin under his pubic bush.  She hauled his underpants down and off, then
stood up.

   "Yep, as pale as a baby," she observed, gently turning his prick this
way and that as if she were really studying it carefully.  "Don't forget
your drink," she added, teasing.

   Charlie's mouth was dry.  The hand that reached for the cold can shook
noticeably.  The fizzy soda cut the dust in his mouth and prickled his
tongue and throat He chugged half of it down at once.

   "We'd better get some sun tan oil on your poor prick before it's like a
lobster," Jan observed.

   Charlie's ears were ringing.  His eyes fogged as he followed his
hostess. He felt clumsy and stupid.  His cock swayed and tugged heavily
with every step.  Cool air touched his balls, high on his thighs, and dried
the sweat in the crack of his ass.  He had never in his life been so
aroused.

   "Here we are," Jan said, picking up a plastic squeeze bottle.  Turning,
she dribbled cool white cream on the top of his prick, just behind the
head. Then he set the bottle aside.

   Her fingers closed around his cock, feeling hot and soft and
unbelievably exciting.  Tenderly, she rubbed the sun tan oil into his
phallus, from the rounded, bulbous head, all the way back to his pubic
hair. She covered both the top and the incredibly sensitive underside with
the thick oily liquid.  Charlie was afraid he was going to cum in her hands
and spoil everything.

   "That's enough," he said hoarsely.

   Releasing his phallus, Jan strolled gracefully over to a wide lounge and
stretched out on her stomach.  "You want to oil me down?" she asked.

   Charlie thought he was going to die from excitement.  Her breasts had
squashed out as she lay on them.  The rounded swell of her ass was shining
in the sunlight.

   "God, you're beautiful," he said, then regretted it.  She had been so-so
matter-of-fact about the whole scene.  He was acting like a stupid,
inexperienced jerk.

   "Thanks," she replied.  "Come on and oil me, okay?"

   "Uh, yeah, sure," he agreed, picking up the lotion.

   Her skin was soft and cool and flawless under his hands as he smoothed
the sun tan oil into her graceful, blemish-free back.  The oil left her
skin glistening and shiny.  He stroked down from her shoulders, down her
spine, to the small of her back.  Unsure of himself, he stopped there,
feeling stupid and cowardly.

   Then he goaded himself into dribbling sun tan oil on the cheeks of her
ass.  When she didn't object, he smoothed it into those soft, yielding
globes with both hands, first one buttocks and then the other.  They were
incredibly soft when she was in this position.  He smoothed the oil down
into the crack between them, ready to pull back the moment she objected. 
But she didn't, and he actually got his fingers clear down to the bottom of
her crack!

   "Mmmmm," she purred, sliding her legs apart.

   Charlie gulped as he worked his hands into her crotch.  He touched her
twisting curls of black hair, felt the soft, hot folds of her labia, the
yielding hole of her vagina, the hard bud of her anus.

   Deliberately, he forced himself away from there, even though he could
see her buttocks flexing as she squirmed under his touch.  Tormenting
himself, building his lust, he dribbled sun tan lotion on the back of her
right thigh and proceeded to do her legs, one at a time.  He finished with
the soles of her feet.  Her toes curled as he massaged the lotion in.

   He sat back for a moment.  Jan rolled to her side, shielding her eyes
from the sun with one hand.  "Thanks.  You look hot.  Want to swim now?"

   Charlie didn't even look in the direction of the big, round,
above-ground pool.  "No."

   "Okay," Jan agreed.  She rolled to her back, away from him.  "How about
doing my front?"

   Charlie crawled toward her, across the wide double lounge, the bottle of
lotion in one hand.  She was on her back, her hands under her head, her
eyes closed against the harsh sunlight.  She looked totally blissful.  The
only hint of her excitement was her hard alert nipples.  Charlie noticed
that her great firm breasts yielded only reluctantly to gravity, flattening
slightly, spreading slightly, but maintaining their basic shape and thrust.


   Charlie began at her feet.  He worked quickly, impatiently, restraining
himself with greater and greater difficulty.  He struggled to be thorough,
to coat every inch of her pale skin with the liquid, from her ankles to her
knees, then up her thighs.  He massaged the lotion into the insides and
outsides of her graceful legs.  His fingers lingered lovingly on the tender
flesh high on the inside, just an inch away from the curling kinks of her
bush.

   She remained completely limp as he finished her legs.

   He was burning up.  He was sweating heavily, and his mouth went dry as
he planned his next move.  He squeezed a pool of sun tan oil onto her
stomach just above her navel.  Quickly, he stopped the drop that was
heading toward the dark pocket.

   He massaged the lotion into her, working out from the puddle he had
made. Her belly shivered under his touch, then sucked in.  Her ribs heaved
as her breathing quickened.  She was licking her lips now.  Obviously her
passion was getting greater, harder to restrain.

   Charlie, for the first time since he had gotten there, felt in control
of the situation.  He realized abruptly that he had done exactly the right
thing in gradually working his way toward the crucial areas of her body. 
It was right for him, was building his lust to the flash point, and it was
right for her.

   He worked the oil into her as far down as the top edge of her pubic
bush, and as far up as the bottoms of her jutting breasts.  Then he
smoothed some into the valley between her lush mounds.  He had yet to touch
one of her primary erogenous zones.

   Picking up the lotion bottle, he carefully aimed a stream of the viscous
lotion at her left nipple, and coated it with the white creamy liquid.

   As Jan sucked in her breath sharply, her face twisted with lust.

   He duplicated the maneuver on her right breast, being careful to
completely cover her nipple and the dark area surrounding it.  Then he set
the bottle aside.

   Jan's breath was hissing in her throat.  Her forehead was wrinkled with
the agony of anticipation.  She was chewing on her lower lip.  Then she
moistened both her lips with the glistening point of her tongue.

   Charlie lowered his hands slowly and gently onto the twin pools of sun
tan lotion.  He felt the thick cream spread between her nipples and his
palms.  Moving his hands in a circular motion, he began to spread the cream
outward from the dark centers.  He just barely brushed her stiff nipples
with his palms at first, and then slowly increased the pressure.

   As he did, her breathing became more ragged.  The tendons in her neck
were taut, the muscles in her arms and shoulders quivered.  Her chest
muscles convulsed as he increased the pressure on the breasts above them.

   Charlie's body was knotting with lust.  His cock felt scalded by the
glaring sun.  He was glad she had coated it with sun tan lotion, and hoped
it was enough to protect his tender, normally well shielded skin.

   Finally Jan jerked her hands out from behind her head and reached up
blindly.  Grabbing him behind the neck, she dragged him down, her mouth
seeking his.  Their lips met in a sucking, boiling kiss and his hands were
crushed between his chest and her breasts.

   Reaching down with one hand, she shoved and guided him until he was
stretched out, half on her, half on the lounge.  She curled her fingers
around the rigid pole of his ready prick and pumped it hard.  It hurt, but
it was a delicious pain.

   Wriggling one hand free of her breasts, Charlie slid it down her belly
and plunged his fingers into her crotch.  His longest finger seemed
radar-guided and plunged into the steamy, slimy hole of her vagina.  He
cupped her pussy with his palm, grinding her clit as he reamed her cunt
with his finger.

   His cock was ready to erupt, and was held back only by the tight grip
she had on it.  The pain was just enough to keep him from spurting semen
all over her.  She was pulling at his cock, dragging him further onto her.

   "Hurry," she grunted.  "Hurry, please, hurry!"

   From locker room gab fests, rare glimpses of raw pornography, and Sex Ed
at school, Charlie knew the theory of the act.  But he had no practical
knowledge.  He heaved himself onto her, and felt her thighs spread to let
him settle between them.  He poked his phallus blindly into the tight,
painfully abrasive curls of her pubic bush.  His prick rammed into her slot
and struck a barrier.  He heaved his hips up and tried again, feeling his
cock groping along her slit for the honey hole he knew was there.

   Then she was prying her hand between them, and he lifted up a little. 
She took his cock, and suddenly the bulb of it was in the right place,
pocketed in a hot crater of slick flesh.

   He pushed, and felt his penis enter a clinging, wet, searing, slippery,
velvet glove.  The feeling of his cock sliding into Jan's eager, sucking
vagina sent waves of fire blazing through his entire body.

   "Aww, yes," she hissed, nibbling on his ear lobe.  "Yes, push it in, get
it in me.  Put your cock in me and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

   Charlie drove his blazing phallus into the clinging sheath of her cunt
until his pubic bone jarred against hers.  For a horrifying moment he
thought he was going to cum right then, and all the awful stories he'd
heard about "premature orgasm" ripped through his brain.  Christ, if he
spurted into her now, she'd never want him again.

   The fear was enough to just barely quench his incipient cumming.

   "Aww, I'm soo full," Jan purred.  "It feels so good, soo gooood."

   Cautiously, Charlie began to move in her, drawing his prick out of her
hot sheath until it almost slipped free.  Then he rammed back in and Jan's
breath whooshed in his ear as if he had pistoned it out of her.  He drew
back and powered into her again, feeling the rippled walls of her tunnel
caressing the nerve endings of his prick.

   The hot pool of cum in his groin was thicker and more copious than ever.
This was what it was all about, this was what sex was.  This was fucking,
this incredible combination of delectable sensations-hot flesh embracing
his cock, a soft, warm, willing body under his, fingernails clawing at his
back.  He pistoned his penis in the girl faster and faster, smashing her
clit with every thrust, until she whimpered at every jolting impact.  Her
legs curled around him, her heels on his ass spurred him on as he rammed
into her harder and harder and harder.

   He was breathing raggedly as he rammed her again and again and again. 
He felt her straining against him, jerking and thrashing under him, her
hips meeting his, her pelvis rocking and rolling with every thrust of his
cock into her.

   "Ah-cum-cum-cumming, cumming, awwww." Jan's voice trailed off into a
mindless gargle as she clung to him.  Every muscle in her lithe young body
convulsed with ecstasy.

   Almost oblivious to her orgasm, Charlie whipped his prick in and out of
her spasming pussy.  His orgasm was building-building-building, it was
THERE!  It burst over him like a tidal wave as he sank every centimeter of
his spurting penis into Jan's convulsing cunt.  Semen spurted deep into her
hot recesses, filling her, oozing back from the end of her vagina to pool
in her hot, eager guts.  His balls wrung themselves out, his toes curled as
he squeezed the last of his fluid into her.

   Then, exhausted, he sagged bonelessly.  His drained organ shriveled
slowly, retreated from her sodden depths.  He panted, and felt her under
him.  Her breasts were twin cushions against his chest.  The sun felt like
a blowtorch on his back and buttocks.  Sweat formed a slippery film between
them as they lay pasted together.

   "You're soo goood," Jan purred softy as she caught her breath.  "You're
one of the best, really one of the best."

   Charlie felt a stabbing pain in his guts at this reminder that he was,
for the girl under him, just the latest in a long string of guys.  Jealousy
blazed through him, blotting out his lingering pleasure, leaving him with a
sour taste in his mouth.

   "Jesus, it's hot," he grunted, moving away from her.  "I think I'll take
a swim now." He walked across the yard, the grass prickling his bare feet.
Without looking back, he climbed the ladder to the pool.  He let himself
fall limply into the icy water, hoping it would make him forget the words
still running through his mind.

   "One of the best, one of the best, one of the best." The intended
compliment was an endless, nasty taunting that echoed dismally through his
head.  He sank to the bottom of the pool and huddled there until his lungs
began to scream for air.  He shot through the surface in a glittering-burst
of spray and sucked in a lungful of air.

   "Hey, hi," Jan greeted him.

   He glanced at her, then turned away, blinded by the sun.  She was
silhouetted, a lithe, graceful black sketch against the glare, her hair a
glittering halo around her head.

   "Heads up," she warned, as she launched herself ass-first into the
water, throwing her feet out in front of herself.

   Charlie turned his back to avoid the splash.  He heard her moving
around, but ignored her and waded slowly to the side and heaved himself up
on the deck and sat with his feet dangling in the water.

   He tried to get her words out of his head, but he couldn't.  He had the
feeling, somehow, that this thing with her was supposed to be something
special.  But, it wasn't, at least not by her standards.  He was just one
of the crowd to her.

   But, no matter what happened, she was his first, which made her
important and special.  He thought probably he'd never forget the first
time, even if they didn't become steadies or anything.  She had soiled that
memory for him.

   She floated up in front of him and gripped his knees with her hands,
steadying herself.  Her face was shining with water.  Her hair streamed
back from her smooth forehead.  Her eyelashes stuck together in a series of
sharp points as she blinked her eyes clear.

   "Hey, you okay?" she asked.

   "Yeah," he answered softly.  He couldn't help noticing how pretty her
rounded ass was as she floated on her stomach, her legs kicking lazily in
the clear water.  Christ, he didn't want to be a total klutz.  Shit, she
was right.  It was just a quick lay, after all.  He knew half the guys in
school had been between her legs, and that all the rest that weren't queer
would be there sooner or later.

   He met her eyes, and swung his legs up.  His feet pressed her soft warm
breasts and he felt her nipples poking the soles of his feet.  "Yeah, I'm
okay.  It was just-so damn good it kind of shook me up." He made an attempt
at being brazenly experienced: "You're one of the best, too."

   "Gee, thanks," she chirped, accepting the untruth without question.

   Charlie looked up at the afternoon sun, squinting.  "Look, this is
really cool, but, uh, I'm afraid I'm going to really get burned.  Maybe we
better go inside, huh?"

   Jan reached out and fingered his limp prick, lifting its head, crooning
to it tenderly.  "We wouldn't want your little pride and joy here to get
burned.  Might mess up further plans for the afternoon." She looked up at
him.  "But why go inside?"

   "Well, uh ..."

   "There are better ways to shade your pecker than that," she observed. 
"Like this one, for example."

   Lifting herself up between his legs, she lowered her head to his cock
and sucked the shriveled tube of flesh into her mouth.  She rolled it
around with her tongue, and its response was immediate and powerful.  Blood
poured into it, inflating it, filling her mouth quickly.

   Charlie's regrets and reservations faded rapidly in the haze of his
building passion, the pleasure of having his cock sucked.  Leaning back on
his arms, he watched the way her lips were rounded by his powerful, still
growing shaft.  She held the base of it delicately between her fingers and
bobbed her head, imitating a good fuck.  This time he was able to
appreciate the differences between a mouth and a vagina around his phallus.
Her mouth was hotter, rougher, more versatile.  At one point her tongue
wedged into the slit at the tip, something no cunt could do.  Then she
scrubbed the nerve bundle under the head with her tongue, and the velvet
hotness of that was excruciatingly more exquisite than the stimulation her
cunt could provide.

   As she sucked his prick, Jan swung her legs to one side and straddled
one of his dangling feet.  He felt his toes suddenly tangle in her pubic
bush.  Experimentally, he wriggled his big toe up into her hot, wet nest
and felt her labia engulf it eagerly.  The power of her sucking doubled as
he bored his toe into her hot, slick vagina.  His foot was being chilled by
the pool water, providing an unbelievable contrast of hot and cold.

   Jan let her body bob up and down, pistoning herself on his toe as she
sucked eagerly on his prick.  Ejecting his cock from her mouth, in full
view she bathed it with her tongue, showing how she could lap at it like a
popsicle.  Then she did her favorite variation on cock-eating, taking it
between her lips like a dog bone and, her lips covering her teeth, mouthing
it hard.

   "Mmmmmm, love to eat cock," she purred lovingly.  "You know what I am,
Charlie?  I'm a cocksucker, that's what I am.  I love to suck cock almost
as much as I love to fuck.  Do you like that Charlie?  Do you like to have
your cock sucked?"

   "Yeah," he mumbled huskily.  He fought to get his toe further into her
hot, wet pussy.

   Her face went blank for a moment.  "Ohh, that's good." She squirmed her
pussy around his toes, spreading and closing her legs over and over, making
her twat open and close around his foot.  Bringing her knees up, she
crossed her ankles and worked her pelvis in a wild bumping motion that made
his toes thrash in her seething slit.  At the same time, she covered his
cock with her mouth again and swirled her tongue around it wildly.

   Charlie felt the cum building in his reservoirs again.  He wiggled his
toe frantically in her vagina and tried to locate her clitoris, but
couldn't.  He had to be content with just worming his big toe around in her
slippery folds, feeling her hairy outer labia against his other toes.  It
was an unexpectedly erotic feeling, having his foot in her cunt.  He found
himself hoping that this, at least, was something she had never experienced
before, that he was providing her with a new experience.

   Then, as she took his thrusting cock down her throat, it didn't really
seem to matter much anymore.  She was panting and whimpering as if she were
cumming, but he couldn't feel enough with his toe to be sure.  But the
sucking she was doing on his cock was as eager and daring as any she had
ever done.  Her elbows resting on his thighs, bruising them even, she
pumped her head down on his phallus, rammed the bulb of it past her soft
palate to the back of her throat again and again and again.  Her nose was
inches from his brown bush, wrinkled with the effort she was making to
actually swallow his phallus.  Her cheeks caved in as she drew on his
turgid tower, seeking to pull the blood and semen out of his guts.

   She touched his balls.  She cupped his testicles and scratched behind
them.  It was as if she had applied a match to a short fuse.  His whole
body erupted, blasting semen into her mouth.  Spurt after spurt of thick
cum jolted through his cock and erupted into her sucking mouth, poured over
her tongue.  She swallowed the first shots, and then backed away, lifting
her head, spitting out his still-streaming cock.  Thick, gooey, white globs
of semen burst from the slitted tip and dropped heavily back to stream down
in a hot flood over the rounded purple cap of his phallus.  She circled his
penis with her fingers in the groove just under the pulsing, jetting head,
and captured his drooling cum before it could stream down the shaft and
into his pubic hair.  Then she lapped up the creamy puddle between her
fingers and his cock, slurped up.  every drop of his fluid right in front
of his eyes.

   Knowing that she had swallowed his cum while sucking his cock was
nothing compared to actually watching her lap it up.  Watching every gooey
gray-white drop vanish into her mouth brought a final series of convulsions
from Charlie's cock.  His groin was finally drained as his reserves were
wrung dry by his aching, quivering muscles.

   Then he watched his penis shrivel in her grasp as she carefully cleaned
it.  Changing her grip, holding his withering penis between two fingers,
she licked every inch of it carefully, removing the last traces of cum,
leaving in its place a chill coating of spit.

   Pushing off from his legs, she unhooked her crotch from his foot and
sank below the surface of the water, then popped back up, her face turned
to the sky, the water streaming off her black hair.  Splashing onto her
back, she floated away from him, her breasts bobbing on the surface, her
nipples gleaming in the sunlight.

   Charlie pushed off and dropped into the pool.  The cool water was a
welcome relief after the heat of the sun and his desire.

   For a few minutes the two of them swam lazily around, cooling off.  Then
they sat on the edge of the pool, letting the sun dry their bodies while
their feet and legs trailed in the water.

   "You skinny dip often?" Charlie asked curiously.

   Jan nodded, stirring one foot in a lazy circular motion.  "When Mom and
Dad aren't around."

   Charlie looked around the yard curiously.  It was surrounded by a high
fence.  "What's the matter, don't they approve?"

   "Not since I got these and this," she answered, indicating her breasts
and pubic hair.

   "What about your, uh, screwing around?" Charlie asked.

   "God, they'd have-a stroke if they found out about it," she admitted. 
"Don't know why though.  They're no better, or worse, than I am."

   "How do you know?"

   She smiled wryly.  "They go skinny dipping at night, after I'm in bed."

   "Nothing wrong with that, is there?" Charlie asked, puzzled.

   "They have all sorts of friends over when they do," Jan added.  "The
action gets pretty hot and heavy 'round about midnight."

   "Do they know you spy on 'em?"

   She shrugged, making her breasts jump and jiggle.  "I don't know.  All I
know is they always send me to my room when they're having a party."

   "Huh." His parents didn't even walk around the house naked.  Just
sitting here naked made him feel all sexy, but he doubted that it did the
same for Jan.  He was afraid to ask her.

   "Neighbors can't see in here, I guess," he observed.

   "No, darn it.  I wish they could.  I get a kick out of being naked and
having people seeing me."

   "So do I," Charlie ventured bravely.

   "You hungry?" she asked.

   "Yeah."

   "Then eat me," she ordered, spreading her thighs, showing a flash of
pink in the center of her crotch.

   Charlie was jolted.  "WHAT?!"

   "Just kidding." She got to her feet easily.  "Come on, let's go get some
food."

   Charlie gauged the time from the angle of the sun.  "If I'm going to
stay much longer, I better call my folks and tell them."

   "Come on, then," Jan said, beckoning with one arm as she climbed down to
the lawn.  She didn't look back as she walked toward the house, her bare
ass rolling lushly.

   Once in the house, Charlie was suddenly aware of his nudity.  He had
gotten used to being naked outdoors, and the change to the cool inside of
the house made him acutely aware of his bare skin.  Finding the phone, he
dialed and told his mother where he was having dinner.

   "You and your sister," she sighed.

   "What's with Cookie?" Charlie asked, puzzled.

   "Carol called.  She's having dinner with Michael tonight." As always,
his mother used given first names rather than nicknames.  "Charles, are you
sure her parents don't mind having you there for dinner?"

   Charlie almost blurted out that he and Jan were alone, but caught
himself in time.  "Yeah, Mom, they're the ones who asked me."

   "Maybe I'd better talk with them myself," she mused.

   Charlie scrambled for an out.  "Uh, they're uh, out in the yard right
now.  Swimming."

   "Well, don't bother them in that case."

   Charlie hoped his sigh of relief was not audible.

   "I think your father and I will go out to dinner tonight, then.  You
have your key, don't you?"

   "Yeah, Mom," he assured her wearily.

   "And don't overstay your welcome.  I want you home by eleven. 
Understand?"

   "Yeah, Mom.  I'll be home by eleven." He was sure he'd be all fucked out
by then anyway.  "Bye, Mom." He hung up.

   "Bye, Mom," Jan mocked, leaning languidly against the wall.

   "Pain in the ass," Charlie muttered in irritation.  "Where's the food?"

   "On the counter," Jan answered, returning to the kitchen.

   Charlie seated himself on the stool in front of the counter between the
kitchen and dining area and wolfed down the sandwich and milk.  Jan sat on
the opposite side.

   "Anything for dessert?" Charlie asked, playing idly with the ring of
moisture left by his glass.

   "Yeah.  Me." She shoved the dishes aside and sat on the counter.  She
swung her legs around and dangled them on either side of Charlie.  Her head
was inches from the ceiling, her naked crotch inches from his face.

   "Huh?"

   "Me," she repeated.  "I'm dessert.  Hair pie, right there." She pointed
at her pussy.

   Charlie looked at her dark, hairy patch.  He could see her labia through
her thick bush.  He swallowed hard, his stomach knotting.  He felt
excitement stirring in his guts as he looked up at Jan.

   "Pussy, Charlie.  Pussy.  That's what's for dessert.  I've eaten you a
couple of times.  Now it's your turn to repay the favor."

   "Uh ..."

   "Oh, shit!  Don't knock it if you haven't tried it," Jan swore.  "Come
on, it's a real gas.  Honest."

   "Uh ..."

   "Look, would I hand you a bummer?" Jan demanded.  "I've done it myself,
honest.  Really, you'll like it.  And anyway, fair is fair, right?"

   Charlie bit his lip and nodded.  He was staring at her hairy crotch.  He
wondered how to begin.  Masculine pride wouldn't let him back out.  He was
just as wild as she was, and he'd prove it.

   He leaned forward.

   "I'm nice and clean," she assured him, easing her ass forward on the
counter and leaning back on her hands.

   He didn't answer.  He probed her pussy with his fingers, feeling the
soft warmth of her labia.  He spread them, and was greeted by a flash of
pink.  It was laid out for him like the picture he had seen in an anatomy
book once.

   "Put your tongue in my cunt," she whispered.  "Push it way in, far as
you can.  Then wiggle it."

   Hesitantly, Charlie lowered his face to her crotch.  Wiry hair scratched
his cheeks and chin.  His nose was engulfed in a pleasant, musky odor.  He
poked his tongue into her wet folds, and his mouth was flooded with a
metallic, salty taste.  His lust soared.

   Bowing to his task, he drilled his tongue into her vagina as instructed,
and sucked up the flood of juices this triggered.  Working his jaw, he
wriggled his tongue around.  His nose, engulfed in flesh and hair, pressed
at her pubic arch as he tried to touch bottom in her vagina.

   "Aww, yes," Jan panted.  "Aww, that's good.  Lick me.  Lick me.  Lick
me. Eat me up, fucker, eat me all up."

   Driven on by Jan's lewd urgings, Charlie twisted his tongue in her hole.
His nose moved up and down in her hairy crotch, grinding her clit against
her pubic arch.

   "My clit, find my clit and suck it," Jan ordered.

   Eagerly, Charlie shifted his attack upward, spreading her labia with his
tongue as he went.  He rasped it over her urethra without a second thought,
and felt her inner labia come together into the hood that protected her
clit.  He teased the little button of her mini-penis with his tongue, heard
her gasp in response.  Fastening on the little nubbin with his lips, he
sucked, drawing it out as far as he could.  He ground it between his lips,
battered it with his tongue.

   "Awyeah, awyeah, awyeah," Jan whined, her torso writhing and twisting
from the oral stimulation.

   Charlie worked his jaw in her streaming pussy while he tormented her
clitoris with his lips and tongue.  Waves of juices were pouring down over
his face, spreading over his cheeks, down his chin.  Saliva and cum flooded
his mouth.  He slurped it down, swallowing all of her copious secretions.

   Then her hands came down on his head and rammed his face into her
crotch. He opened his eyes, and managed to peer up the length of her naked
torso.  He was only able to see her jutting breasts because her head and
shoulders were actually hanging back off the counter.  Her belly was taut
and straining, her ribs heaving.  Her hands mashed his face into her hot,
hairy, dripping pussy, mercilessly making his jaw, lips and tongue ache
with the pressure.

   Finally, she heaved herself upright.  "Enough, enough," she grunted. 
"Christ, enough of that.  Enough."

   Weakly, she climbed down off the counter and sat on his lap, facing him.
She reached down, found his hard cock, and aimed it up.  She lifted
herself, set the head of his searing hard-on at the entrance of her soaked
vagina, and lowered herself, ramming his cock up into her guts.

   "Aahhh," she sighed, lifting and dropping.

   Charlie gripped the counter to steady himself, and leaned back on the
bar stool.  He watched his shining wet cock emerge from Jan's pussy, then
vanish as his pubic hair and hers pressed together in a thick tangle.

   Jan reached down and fingered her clitoris without breaking her raising
and dropping rhythm on his turgid phallus.  She was panting, grunting,
cumming.

   Charlie's orgasm drew closer and closer.  Because of his position on the
bar stool, he couldn't drive his hips upward to ram his cock into her, and
had to accept her endless pumping, pumping.  The ratcheting climb to his
peak was slower and more agonizing than ever because he was a passive
partner, and because he had already cum twice.  But his orgasm was
approaching, was drawing closer and closer.  It burst from him, a
convulsive, spurting spasm of ecstasy as his dwindling reservoirs were
again milked into Jan's writhing, convulsing body.

   Charlie's orgasm was long and slow and drawn out.  It was as if his body
was striving to find every drop of cum and pump it out of his exhausted
penis.  Finally, his muscles gave out completely, leaving him aching and
sore, and still engulfed in Jan's gripping cunt.

   "Ooooh, Stud!" she grunted.  "You are one fucking stud!" She got off him
as if she were dismounting a horse.  "Let's go wash off in the pool."

   He tottered after her out into the evening sunset.  After half an hour
in the pool, they dried off and sat around naked until late in the evening.
Finally Charlie dressed and went home.  He left Jan sprawled, naked, in
front of the television.  Her legs were spread in a lewd vee, her feet were
on the coffee table.  His cum was dribbling out of her pussy onto a paper
towel under her ass.

   At home he was too sexually drained and exhausted to do more than
undress and fall onto the bed.  He didn't even get under the covers.  He
didn't hear his sister when she looked in on her way to her room.  The
shaft of light from the door fell on his drained penis.  Cookie licked her
lips, then closed his door softy.

   CHAPTER IV

   "You lose, you lose," Mike crowed, bouncing, making the bed toss and
rock.  "Take off your bra, take off your bra, Cookie.  Let me see your
tits!"

   "But ...

   "Come on.  You promised, no chickening out, no matter what," Mike
argued.

   Cookie hadn't particularly wanted to see Mike in the first place.  But
when Charlie had gone buzzing off to Jan's house for the afternoon, she
couldn't face messing around alone.  Especially since she knew what her
brother and Jan were going to be doing.

   When she had discovered that Mike was home alone, his parents away for
the afternoon, she had almost gone home again.  But then, a hot knot of
need in her guts had told her to stay, even though she knew it was asking
for trouble.  She had been goaded into this stupid game of strip poker,
dared and challenged by Mike, driven by the knot of excitement in her guts
that was making her crotch all hot and wet.

   She stared at the losing hand spread on the bed in front of her with
mixed feelings.  They were in Mike's room, sitting on his bed.  He was down
to his underpants, which hid practically nothing.  He had a hard-on in his
lap that was like a tent pole.  It kept threatening to escape through the
fly, and expose itself.  The tension and excitement and fear in Cookie's
belly had grown as each piece of clothing had been shed.  She was down to
her bra and panties.

   Sitting at the foot of the bed, her arms folded defensively over her
small breasts, her legs curled under her, Cookie struggled with herself. 
She had changed from her usual cross-legged position when she had lost her
shorts.

   It was wrong, she knew it was wrong.  But if it was wrong, why was it so
exciting, so-so great?  She knew she was going to do it.  And she knew she
was going to continue the game.  The thought of seeing Mike's prick all
exposed and swollen and naked drove her on, as did the idea of being naked
in front of him.

   "Hurry up!" Mike jittered, hugging his blocky, pudgy torso anxiously.

   "All right, all right," Cookie said at last "Gimme a chance, will you?"
Uncrossing her arms, she reached behind her back.  The move thrust her
small breasts toward Mike.  He licked his lips, his hot blue eyes on her
chest.  She bowed her head, and noticed how small and flat her chest
looked. The cups of her plain cotton bra were all wrinkled.  The sunshine
coming in the window took away the protection of shadow and darkness she
had had in the back seat of the car.

   She had trouble with the hooks for a moment, then got them loose.  The
shaking of her hands belied the casual way she tried to take off her bra.
She tried to flip it away, but her trembling fingers caught on one strap,
making it flap back at her like a dying bird.  Impatiently, nervously, she
brushed it off the bed, onto the heap of her other clothes.

   She felt cool air on her breasts.  Her nipples stiffened, formed sharp
little pink points.  She didn't look at Mike, knowing his boorish staring
would unsettle her.  She knew he was sweating and quivering just from
looking at her.  It both scared her and pleased her.  It was exciting to
know she had that effect on him.  But she was also afraid of what was going
to happen.

   She reached for the cards.  "My deal," she said, jogging them together,
then shuffling them.

   "You sure you want to go on?" Mike asked tensely.

   She looked up, irritated.  "No chickening out, remember.  You want to
chicken out?"

   "No.  But I thought maybe you did."

   "No way, buster," Cookie said bravely, insulted.  "I'm no chicken."

   "This'll be the last hand," he noted as he arranged his cards.

   Cookie took a deep breath.  "If you lose, I'll strip after you do," she
informed him.  She felt as hot and runny inside now as she had when he had
been feeling her up at the drive-in.

   "If you lose, I'll get naked after you do," Mike assured her tensely.

   Cookie had trouble focusing on the cards in her hand.  She fought the
urge to hold them so they would hide at least one of her breasts.  "How
many cards?" she asked.

   "Three." He eliminated three cards from his hand, picked up the ones she
dealt him.  She tried to read his expression, but couldn't.

   She had a big, fat nothing in her own hand.  She figured Mike had had at
least a pair to start with.  She had no idea of the odds on whether he
might have improved his hand.  Her knowledge of poker was minuscule.

   "What's a cocksucker?" she asked abruptly.  Her sweating hands were
making it hard to hold her cards.  "HUH?"

   "What's a cocksucker?" she repeated.

   "What do you mean, 'what's a cocksucker?'" Mike demanded.  "It's someone
who sucks cock.  If you say it about a guy, you're calling him a fag-a
queer."

   "What if you say it about a girl?" Cookie asked, delaying making a
decision on her hand.  But she was also probing for information.  She had
heard Jan Peters described as a cocksucker, but couldn't believe it meant
what it sounded like it did.

   Mike shrugged.  "I guess it means she sucks cocks.  Means she gives
blowjobs."

   Cookie mulled this over.  "So that's what a blowjob is," she said at
last.

   "What did you think it was?  Jeez, you're dumb.  Come on, are you going
to take any cards or not?"

   "I'm thinking, I'm thinking." Why did her crotch feel so hot and wet? 
"Are blowjobs good?" What was Jan doing to Charlie right then?  Cookie
tried to imagine Jan's mouth around Charlie's cock, only couldn't because
she didn't know what his cock looked like.

   "They're better even than fucking," Mike answered knowledgeably.  "Now
come on and play, already, or you'll lose by forfeit."

   "Okay, okay." Cookie sighed.  "One card." She was going to be naked no
matter what anyway.  The card she drew did nothing to improve her hand.

   "What do you have?" Mike asked.

   "Nothing," Cookie admitted, spreading her cards on the bed in front of
her and hugging her arms over her bare breasts.

   "I got a pair of threes.  You lose again, you lose again.  Come on, take
off your panties, take 'em off!"

   "All right, all right," Cookie agreed.  "You don't have to shout.  Jeez,
you'd think you'd never seen a girl naked before." She thought for a
moment. "Bet you've never had a blowjob, either."

   "You going to give me one?" he taunted.

   "I might just do that," she snapped, nettled.  She bounced off the bed
and turned to face him.  "Okay, get an eyeful, and get ready to get your
own underpants off, Buster."

   In a quick, deliberate motion, she skinned her panties down her slender
hips, down her long legs, and off.  She stepped out of them, leaving them
in a fat figure eight on the floor.  She straightened up, her hands at her
sides, and faced him, feeling like jelly inside, hot, melting jelly.

   She thought Mike's eyes were going to pop out of his head as he stared
at her.  His eyes jumped from her breasts, to her crotch.  Then he hauled
them away from there, tried to make them focus on her face, only to have
them jump back to her naked crotch.  He licked his lips.  He was panting
noticeably.

   Cookie's excitement at being so blatantly admired overcame her fear,
replaced it with a hot pride in her slender body.  She stood straighter,
spread her feet slightly, and put her hands on her hips.  In the mirror on
his closet door, she could see herself.  She could see the fine golden
wisps of hair on her pubis gleaming in the bright sunlight.  The light
growth did little to conceal her pouting, rounded labia or the tantalizing
dark slit

   Deciding to give Mike a real eyeful, Cookie turned slowly so he could
see all of her, all of her naked skin, from her head to her toes, and from
back to front.  She felt cool air touching her lightly all over.

   Still quivering inside, even though she felt bolder than before, Cookie
faced him again.  "Okay, your turn," she said.  "I'm naked.  Now you get
the same way."

   Mike gulped.  "Uh ..."

   "Come on, chicken, this was your idea," she snapped.  "You can't back
out now."

   "Okay, okay," he agreed sullenly, sliding off the bed.  He stood in
front of her, his cock tipped up, leaning out against his underpants. 
There was a wet spot at the bulbous end of it, which made the cloth less
opaque.  The wet fabric was molded to it, so she could even see the dimple
at the tip.

   Mike hooked his thumbs into the elastic and lifted it out from his body.
He eased it down.  The first thing to come into view was the bulging purple
knob of the end of his cock.  Behind it, as a backdrop, was a curling mass
of red hair, not thick enough to totally hide the pale skin under it.

   He skinned his underpants down.  His cock dropped to just below the
horizontal and bobbed ponderously.  Under the pale column Cookie could see
a dark, rounded sack.  Its contents were shifting around inside it.  As she
watched, fascinated, they drew up slightly, as if trying to hide up between
his thighs.

   Drawn irresistibly toward Mike, she walked slowly forward and reached
out toward his throbbing erection.  She still remembered, would always
remember, how it had felt in her hands in the back seat of the car that
time.  She touched it gingerly.  It bobbed in response, jerked up away from
the finger she brushed against its underside.

   She looked up at Mike, into his freckled face, into his pale blue eyes.
"It's-it's beautiful," she said softly.

   "So-are you," he answered huskily.

   "You can touch my-my breasts, if you want," she told him.

   He swallowed noisily.  He raised his hands to the pink tips of her shy,
pale mounds.  He brushed her nipples gently.  A spear of flame arced from
each pink nubbin, streaked down through her naked body, shaking her to the
core.

   She curled her fingers around his stiff prod.  It felt just as hot, and
hard, and huge, and exciting as she remembered.  She gripped it with both
hands and stared down at it.  It dwarfed her small hands.  Something hot
and sticky coated her fingers, glued them to his hot tower.

   It looked good enough to eat.  Her mouth watered at the thought of
having his huge penis between her lips.

   Absently, she brushed a lock of hair out of her face.  Her fingers left
a sticky smear on her cheek.  She smelled the powerful, exciting,
unforgettable aroma of semen.  Hesitantly, she brought her fingers under
her nose and inhaled the musky smell.  She licked one finger delicately
with the tip of her tongue.  She wasn't sure if it was him or her own
nervous sweat that she was tasting.

   "I want to see you better down there," Mike mumbled huskily.

   Cookie shivered.  "Okay."

   "Why don't we, uh, lie down on the bed," Mike suggested.  "My legs are
kind of shaky."

   "Okay," she agreed.  "But don't try anything funny."

   "What do you mean?" he asked angrily.

   "I mean-funny," Cookie answered.  "Don't think, just because we're on
your bed you're going to get to-uh-fuck me, okay?"

   "Okay, already, okay," he agreed.  "Jesus, you make me sound like a sex
maniac or something."

   Cookie crawled onto the bed, her tight young bottom waving in the air
until she settled on her side.  "I just didn't want you to get the idea I'm
going to do-that," she informed him.

   "Okay, okay," he muttered.  "But just remember what happens to me when
you leave me like this." He waved his bulging erection at her.

   Cookie shivered, incredibly self-conscious and excited and tense.  "You
gonna yak all afternoon, or are you going to look?" she asked tensely.

   Mike approached her as if she were a holy relic.  He knelt at the foot
of the bed and spread her legs, then moved slowly up between them.  His
eyes were glued to her pussy.

   Cookie lay on her back, her hands behind her head, holding it up so she
could look down along her slender, pale body.  She looked past the swelling
of her developing breasts, down the flat plane of her stomach, until the
downward arch toward her pussy cut off her view.  But she could feel
herself down there, could feel the cool air touching the moist,
nerve-loaded tissues.  She had a vague sort of "had to pee" type of
feeling, only it wasn't exactly that.  It was a hot, wet, tightness which
mingled with an itchy sort of need.  She could see her thighs, her calves,
could see all the way to her feet.  Her toes were pointing upward and
outward.  Her feet were on either side of Mike's knees.

   His cock hung out from his body like a pole.  She stared, fascinated, as
its throbbing length, at the round, curving cone of its purplish cap.  The
shaft was pale, nearly white.  The bulging veins were faintly blue.

   Leaning forward, Mike reached out and placed his hands on Cookie's
thighs, right at the top, where they joined her torso.  The touch of his
hands there made her leg muscles convulse and squirm.  His thumbs were
almost on her labia, were just a fraction of an inch from her soft lips. 
She could feel it, but couldn't see it.  Her pussy reacted with a hot,
sticky flow.

   When he shifted his hands and actually touched her pussy, Cookie's guts
were lashed with fire.  Her tiny pink, barely mature nipples were so
swollen with excitement they hurt.  She felt him spread her labia, felt
chill air strike her blood-suffused, creaming folds of flesh.

   "This isn't really quite fair," she said desperately.  "You're getting a
good look at me, but I'm not getting a good look at you."

   Mike lifted his head, irritated.  "Jesus, you're a pain."

   "I only want equal time," she snapped.  Then she softened her tone.  "If
we lie on our sides, head to feet we can both-uh-study each other at the
same time."

   "Oh, all right," he grumbled, scrambling across her legs, relinquishing
his grasp on her crotch.  He squirmed around beside her and got his head
near her pussy.

   Cookie rolled to her side and faced him.  She pushed on his hip.  He
really is on the pudgy side, she said to herself.  Not like Charlie at all.
Charlie is all lean and tan.  Mike is pale and flabby.

   Mike rolled on his side, propped his head on one hand, and used the
fingers of the other to spread and explore Cookie's pussy.  His touch sent
continuous waves of fire burning through her.

   Cookie had one leg bent so her thighs were spread open.  Lying with her
head resting on one arm, she stared at his stiff pink phallus.  It was
inches from her face.  She could see the different textures: the purplish
glands had a fine velvet pattern.  The skin of the shaft was smoother, but
rippled more.  The tiny slit at the tip seemed to smirk at her.  She
touched his prick delicately, and a shimmering, shining drop of crystal
clear fluid appeared in the slit as if by magic.  It had the warm, musky
smell that excited her so much.

   She sucked in her breath with surprise when he touched her, probed her
shining inner folds with his finger.  She felt her vagina flood from the
stimulation.  She curled her fingers around his phallus and squeezed it. 
Another thick clear drop oozed out and slid heavily down the curve of his
glands.  She touched it with her finger, then smeared it into a shining
layer all over the head of his cock.  It made his phallus look shiny and
even more luscious and inviting than it had before.

   She licked her lips.  Her heart was hammering very hard as she thought
about what she was going to do.  Her mouth watered at the smell of his
oozings.

   A cocksucker.  She was going to be a cocksucker.  She was going to suck
his cock.  Just the word made her pussy drool with excitement.  Her cunt
was watering almost as much as her mouth was at the idea of taking that
tower of meat between her lips and drawing the thick cum out of it.

   She opened her mouth.  She closed her eyes and eased her head forward,
using touch only to guide his cock to her mouth.  She felt the heat of it
against lips.  It was titanic.  She had to open her mouth still wider.  She
managed to keep from more than barely brushing the round knob of its head
until it was well into her mouth.  She exhaled a hot draft that swirled
around the nerve-loaded tip of his prick.

   Then she closed her lips around it, and her mouth was filled with the
wonderful taste of sex.  It was like-like eating the biggest hot dog in the
world, only better.  This was five, quivering, oozing flesh.  She pressed
her tongue against the soft, rubbery, velvety, curving head.  Then she
traced the groove behind it with the tip of her tongue.  She found the slit
and wiggled the point of her tongue into it, trying to drill out the little
crater.

   "Holy shit!" Mike gasped.  His fingers jabbed painfully into her crotch.


   Cookie backed away from his phallus and looked at it.  It was shining
with her spit now.  Then she looked down to Mike's face.  It was half a
foot away from her wide open crotch.

   "Liked that, huh?"

   "God, yeah.  What'd you do, anyway?"

   "Just this," she answered, demonstrating, wedging her tongue into the
little slit again.

   "Don't stop," he groaned.

   "Why not?" she teased.

   "Christ, you don't know what that does to me.  I'm gonna cum right in
your mouth."

   "Isn't that what cocksucking is all about?"

   "Yeah," he admitted.  "I guess it is."

   "How do you think I'd taste?" she asked.

   "You mean-there?" He pointed at her pussy.

   "Of course, dummy."

   "I-I don't know."

   "You want me to suck your cock?"

   "Uh huh," he acknowledged reluctantly, seeing where she was headed.

   "You want it bad enough to-eat my pussy?" she asked.

   "You mean-uh-sixty-nine?"

   "I don't know what that means.  What I mean is, I'll suck your cock if
you'll eat my pussy-push your tongue into me, suck on my clit."

   "That's sixty-nine," Mike explained.  "When you write sixty-nine, the
tails of the two numbers sort of mesh."

   "Well, will you do it?" Cookie asked, not caring about his explanation
in the slightest.

   "I-I don't know."

   "Chicken!" she snorted.  "I've already taken your cock in my mouth.  All
you've done is poke at me with your big hammy fingers."

   "I-don't think I can get my tongue in your hole.  It's too small," he
said lamely.  He inspected her more closely.  "There's a sort of a membrane
or something that closes it off."

   "Jesus!  That's because I'm a virgin, stupid," she snorted.  "That's my
hymen.  Haven't you ever heard of that?"

   "Uh, yeah, but I didn't know what it looked like," Mike answered.

   "The real good part for me is my clit anyway."

   "Where's that?" he asked.

   "It's up near the top, sort of a bump," she explained.  "I've been doing
some exploring on my own.  It hides under a flap of skin."

   "You mean here?" he asked, jabbing it.

   "Yeeeaahhhh!" she screamed as a fiery explosion swept through her.

   "Oh."

   "Well, my God, are you going to, or aren't you?" she demanded, totally
exasperated.  She was supposed to be a shy, blushing virgin, but he was
driving her nuts with his reluctance.  "I did wash myself this morning,"
she assured him.  "I'm clean."

   "All right, all right," he snapped, stung.

   "You'll do it?" Her guts knotted into a hard ball of excitement

   "I-I'll do it if you promise to suck my cock and swallow my cum."

   She didn't bother to answer, or to tell him that she wanted to. 
Instead, she licked the head of his cock, and pushed her face forward on it
taking the huge tower into her mouth and sucking on it.  His exploring
touch on her pussy sent her lust boiling again.  Then she felt hot air
touch her slippery folds, and her belly heaved with excitement

   She pushed her head forward, driving his cock to the back of her mouth,
feeling it squash her tongue flat with its bulk.  The head of it pressed
her soft palate, then the back of her tongue, and she fought the urge to
gag.  The touch of Mike's tongue on her clit cured the gagging reflex and
she drew on the hot tower of meat scrubbed it with her tongue, squeezed it
against the roof of her mouth.

   Inches in front of her face, blurred by the closeness, were his heavy,
freckled, hairy thighs.  Even with her nose was the dark, wrinkled sack of
his balls.  A few long curling red hairs sprouted from pimple-like
follicles.  Closing her eyes, with her hand she measured the amount of cock
outside her mouth.  She was amazed to discover that while it felt like she
had most of it in her, at least half of it still separated her lips from
his pubic bush.

   The fire in her guts from his tongue in her dripping pussy grew and
grew. She moved her head up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her
mouth.  She tried to duplicate with her mouth the pumping motion he had
shown her that night in the car when she was doing him with her hands.  She
felt the skin of his prick slipping over the hard, rippled inner column of
blood-inflated meat.  The ridge on the underside of his phallus was against
her upper lip.  It was more yielding than the top and sides of the shaft.
The glands was softer still.  She pressed and molded it with her tongue,
squeezing it against her hard palate.

   "Ow!  Watch your teeth!" Mike snarled.

   She backed away and apologized, took a deep breath, and returned to her
task.  Covering her teeth with her lips made it harder.  She eased his
stiff, throbbing penis into her mouth, letting it wedge her open until her
jaw was aching from the distension.  Changing the angle of her head eased
that, and she fucked her head back and forth, back and forth.  She kept her
tongue pressed hard against his phallus, so the head was squeezed up
against the roof of her mouth.  She also pinched it with her lip-covered
teeth.

   Mike's lips closed on her clitoris, and Cookie's hips heaved.  She
tightened her thighs around his head.  One was under his head like a
pillow. The other one clamped down on him from above, scissoring his skull
between her soft thighs.  Her pelvis worked, squirmed on his face.  If he
minded being suffocated in her pussy, there was no sign of it.  She could
even feel his nose pressing into her steamy folds.  His breath blubbered in
her cunt as his jaw worked and his lips sucked on her clit.  Searing waves
of flame were rippling through her.

   She rammed her head down on his cock, harder and harder, ramming it to
the back of her mouth so hard it hurt.  She sucked, trying to draw blood
and fluid out of his guts.  She pinched his meat between her jaws.  When
she drew her head back, she pinched harder, trying to squeeze the fluid out
the slitted tip.  She had learned how hard to do it without hurting him. 
Every backward move of her head pressed a hot, salty flood into her mouth.

   She swallowed and kept sucking on his phallus.  She was heading toward
that searing tidal wave that was an orgasm.  His tongue tickled her clit
while he held it between his lips.  Her pelvis was heaving, squirming.  Her
thighs opened and closed around his head.

   She was cumming.  She was cumming, wave after wave of searing fire
blistered through her thrashing body, wrenching her muscles.  Her pussy
erupted in a flood of blazing liquid that poured out over Mike's nose and
cheeks.  He kept right on sucking and chewing her clitoris.

   His hips were ramming her, rolling on the bed as he fucked his cock into
her sucking, working mouth.  Instinctively, she matched his thrusts, rammed
his cock down her throat harder and harder.  All urge to gag was consumed
in the blazing fire of her own orgasm.

   The cock in her mouth trembled, convulsed, and, suddenly, spurted. 
Thick, hot, stinging fluid spattered her throat.  She gulped automatically.
Her swallowing kneaded the rubbery head of the phallus in the back of her
mouth just as a second searing glob of cum burst from it and filled the
back of her throat.

   Then she was flooded with semen, delicious thick gooey semen.  Sucking
and swallowing, she wallowed in the endless, gummy waves of his orgasm. 
Her own blazed still higher, a fire that had been doused with gasoline. 
Her slender, eighteen-year-old body was a searing, writhing mass of carnal
pleasure.

   Her mouth was filled with the incomparable taste of semen as the
spurting of his cock slowly faded.  Sucking on him, she drew a few final
drops out of his prick as it began to slowly shrink and soften.

   Her belly heavy and hot with his cum, she spat out his dripping,
shriveling penis.  Her own orgasm faded into a delicious exhaustion.  She
wasn't upset when Mike told her his parents weren't due back for dinner. 
She called home and got permission to have dinner with Mike.

   A few minutes later, the two of them were scampering, still naked, down
to the kitchen.  Carefully avoiding any windows, they got out soft drinks
and make sandwiches.

   Retreating to Mike's room, they sat on the bed to eat.

   "How come you won't let me fuck you?" Mike asked.

   Cookie was sitting tailor-style, her legs crossed, her crotch gaping
wide.  She shrugged.  " 'Cause I don't want to," she replied vaguely.

   "Why not?"

   "Just because.  I want-someone else, the first time, that's all."

   She wanted her brother, but wasn't about to tell Mike that.  He was the
blabby type.  Probably he'd be bragging about the way she had sucked his
cock before she even got to her own front door.

   "Tell me the truth," he urged.  "Had you ever sucked cock before?"

   "No.  And I'll bet you never had your cock sucked before."

   "You're right.  Never ate pussy before, either."

   "Never fucked a girl either, have you?" she asked.

   "No."

   "Well, I want someone who's experienced the first time," she announced.

   "How come?  We could both learn together."

   "Because, dummy, it hurts the first time for a girl.  Someone who's
experienced will be more gentle and careful.  Besides, I don't want to get
pregnant, and I bet you don't have any rubbers around."

   "No," he admitted morosely.  "But I could get some."

   "Ho, ho, ho!  I can just see you, going into a drugstore and asking for
some.  Jeez, Mike, I don't know.  They'd laugh you right out the door!"

   "So, you can't get the pill without a prescription," he snapped.

   "I know," she acknowledged sadly.  "If I was on the pill I'd get bigger
breasts, too."

   "Yours are nice," Mike said with unexpected gallantry.  "I don't like
big boobs.  All saggy and soft."

   "Fiddlesticks."

   "No, honest," he insisted.  He reached out and touched one pert pink
nipple tenderly.  "They're nice and firm, but soft, too.  They're real
pretty.  I like 'em."

   His touch, and his words brought renewed warmth to her crotch.  In a few
minutes they were lying together on the bed, their hands caressing each
other's sex.  She pumped her hand on his phallus slowly and easily.  He had
his finger up in her pussy.  It had hurt a little, but this time she didn't
mind so much because it would make it easier when she did finally get
Charlie to burst the flimsy barrier to her vagina.

   She studied Mike's cock as she pumped her hand on it slowly.  She was
amazed that she had succeeded in getting it into her mouth.  She could
still feel his cum in her stomach.  It made her feel good to know that she
had done it, and liked it.  Maybe someday she could suck her brother's
cock, too.

   Gradually, her lust built from the feeling of Mike's pumping finger in
her cunt.  Yet she felt empty, some-how.  She needed something bigger in
her tunnel.  "Put two fingers in me."

   She braced herself for the pain.  It came, and went quickly, leaving a
vague ache, and pleasure.  He was pressing her clit against her pubic bone
as he fucked his two fingers in and out of her vagina.

   She speeded her pumping of his penis, then reached down and fondled his
heavy testicles.  There was that exciting, sticky sound between her hand
and his meat as she hand-fucked him.

   She was soaring toward another orgasm, a long, slow, hot one.  Closing
her eyes, she imagined her brother, fought to picture him naked.  Her
excitement blazed higher and higher and higher.  Finally it swept over her,
a long, lazy cumming.

   The cock in her fist pulsed and spurted, jetted thick, white, drops of
semen high in the air.  It spattered back down, scalding her hands and
arms. She milked wave after wave of sperm out of him.

   In her mind was the laughing, tan, handsome face of her brother.  His
eyes were sparkling with delight.

   The return to reality when she opened her eyes left her feeling vaguely
sad and tired.  It was late when she left Mike's house to go home.  The car
was gone.  Her parents were still out.  Stealthily, she crept to Charlie's
door and opened it.

   His penis was pallid, limp, drained.  He looked exhausted.  He was on
his back, snoring softly.  It was the first time she had seen him naked
since he had matured.  He was beautiful.  Hearing a car, she reluctantly
closed his door and retreated to her own room.

   She wondered how she would ever get him to take her the way she wanted
to be taken.  She lay awake a long time, plotting.  Finally, she dropped
off to sleep, his image in her head, her fingers in her pussy.  They were
drenched by her self-induced orgasm.  She felt totally drained.

   CHAPTER V

   Charlie was moving so fast the screen door didn't slam shut until he was
halfway across the back yard.  He threw one arm out, grabbing the rough
trunk of a tree, and stopped his headlong rush.  Shaking, feeling as if the
earth was trembling under him, he clung to the tree and fought to get
himself under control.

   "Oooooh, CHRIST!" he exploded.  "Christ, Christ, Christ!" Desperately,
vainly, he willed his hard-on away.  He tried to blot out of his mind the
memory of Cookie stretched out on her bed, languidly, provocatively naked.
Her pale pink and white eighteen-year-old body had seemed to shimmer in the
pool of sunlight coming in her window.

   The rough bark of the tree scraped his forehead as he remembered the
soft, pale mounds of her delectable, maturing breasts.  He could still see
her nipples, sharp pink buttons, stiff and upright.

   And the whisper of gold that gleamed, and ornamented but didn't hide the
rounded labia, the dark crevice of her pussy.  His guts twisted at the
memory.  His cock and balls had reacted with a raw animal power that
terrified him.

   Christ, hadn't she known he was still home?  Why in hell had she left
the door open if she was going to be-be exposing herself like that?  What
the hell was she doing anyway, lying on her bed naked in the middle of the
afternoon?

   What kind of pervert was he?  She was his sister, his little sister. 
She was just a kid, a gangly, gawky kid.  How could he want to-to pound his
cock into that sweet, virginal, beautiful, gold-misted cunt of hers?

   But Jesus, she was beautiful.  And she wasn't gangly or gawky anymore.
She was petite, slender, and graceful.  She was so beautiful it made him
hurt.  Her pale blonde hair that used to be stringy was lush and soft now,
and hung down almost to her shoulders.  Legs that had been bony and skinny
were now slender and graceful.

   He had to be wrong, of course, but he could have sworn that instead of
being shocked at seeing him in her doorway, she had been delighted.  Her
sweet mouth could have been rounded into an "O" of horror.  Or, could it
have been some kind of carnal invitation?  It looked as if she expected him
to thrust his cock between her dainty lips and down her throat.

   "No!" he groaned.  It had to be his imagination.  She was only eighteen,
for God's sake.  She probably didn't know anything about real sex,
certainly didn't know anything about cocksucking.  That was for girls like
Jan, wantons who had already had a string of lovers by the time they were
Cookie's age.

   Charlie glanced fearfully at the house.  The windows stared back at him,
hollow and empty-and menacing.  He couldn't go back in there.  He couldn't
be sure what he would do.  There was a blazing, uncontrollable knot of need
in his guts.  He had to find some release for it.  If he went in the house,
he wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself.

   Jan, he had to see Jan.  They didn't have a date or anything.  Her
parents might be home.  But she was the only solution he could think of. 
If she wasn't there, he'd have to slink off somewhere and jack himself off.
He didn't want to think of that possibility.  Masturbation provided pallid
pleasure in comparison with the searing ecstasy he got with Jan.

   He sprinted all the way to her house.  Reaching her front door, he
stopped, his finger on the doorbell.  What if she wasn't home?  Worse, what
if her parents were home?  How could he face them and ask for Jan, knowing
what he did about them, and what he wanted to do with their supposedly
sweet, innocent daughter?  He drew his hand away.

   Then he heard the splashing from behind the house.  Cautiously, feeling
like a sneak thief, he crept around the house to the gate through the high
fence.  All he could hear was splashing.  He couldn't tell if it was one
person or four.  But there was no car in the driveway and the garage was
empty.

   He hesitated, in an agony of indecision, trapped between overwhelming
sexual hunger, and fear of walking in and making an ass of himself in front
of her and her parents.  He couldn't think of anything worse than that!

   Then he thought of returning home, to Cookie.  The memory of her body,
glowing in the sunlight, decided him.  His lust had overwhelmed everything
else in him.  He had to have a woman, he had to!

   Cautiously, he tested the gate.  It was unlocked, and unlatched
silently. Taking a deep, shaky breath, he eased it open.  Peering through,
he found that the pool blocked his view of most of the yard.  A glittering
spray of water arced into the air.  Then a slender hand came into view. 
That was all.  Nothing else.

   It had to be that Jan was in the pool, alone.  God!  Now as long as she
didn't throw him out because he hadn't called or anything.  He slipped
through the gate and closed it carefully behind him.

   For a moment he hesitated, remembering how she said she always swam when
she was alone, then mustered his courage.  If he was naked, maybe the sight
of his cock would heat her up enough to keep her from rejecting him.  With
shaking hands, he stripped, throwing his clothes in an untidy heap on the
grass.  Then he advanced around the curve of the pool, his toes curling
into the prickling grass.

   "Charlie!" Jan exclaimed.  "What are you doing here?"

   Charlie Froze, felt himself dying inside, the blood draining from him as
if he had been ripped open with a knife.  He tried, desperately, to figure
out the tangle of arms and legs on the lounge he once had shared with Jan.
Oh, God!  It couldn't be!  He thought he had envisioned the worst, but this
was much worse than anything he had imagined.  He couldn't take his eyes
off the tableau in front of him.

   Jan was nude.  Her pale skin gleamed in the sun, her jet black hair was
tousled and mussed.  She was astride a man.  Her black pubic patch was
tangled with his dark brown one.  Obviously, his cock was driven up into
her hot, wet vagina.

   "Well, hello there, Handsome!" a female voice exclaimed, making him
whirl around.  "If it isn't Charlie Crandall!"

   Charlie gaped, and wished he had a place to hide, then was glad he
didn't.  He wasn't sure.  The girl on the pool deck, the one who had been
swimming when he had slipped through the gate, was as nude as he, and Jan,
and the boy under her.

   "Puh-puh-Polly?" he managed to gasp.  He felt like a total moron as he
raked his eyes over her naked body.

   She was sitting on the deck.  Her legs were bent, and she was leaning
her head on her knees.  Her arms were around her legs.  Her blue eyes
glittered as she studied him boldly.  "I had no idea you had so much to
offer," she observed.

   "Wh-what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice squeaking absurdly. 
Then he realized what a dumb question it was.

   "I could ask you the same thing, Charlie," Jan observed acidly.

   "Ignore the twerp, will you, Jan," the boy under her ordered.  He was
fondling her cone-shaped breasts, the same breasts Charlie loved so much.
"We got more important things to do, right?" He heaved his hips up,
stirring his cock in her pussy.

   "Ohhh, yeah," Jan agreed, sighing.

   "Come on up, Charlie," Polly invited.  "I thought I was going to have to
wait my turn, but I think otherwise now."

   Charlie ripped his stricken gaze off Jan, and looked at Polly again.  Of
all the girls he knew, she was the last one he would have expected to find
here, in these circumstances.  She was-sweet, and clean and pure, as pure
as Cookie, not like Jan at all.  Or so he had thought.  Her soft brown hair
was always perfectly arranged in curls that brushed the shoulders of her
chic yet demure dresses.  Her complexion was always peaches and cream, her
lips a pretty cupid bow.  Her figure was softer and rounder than Jan's, but
not plump.

   She leaned back on her arms.  Her back was very straight.  One knee was
raised.  She was obviously posing for him.  Her breasts were softer,
smaller and rounder than Jan's.  Her nipples were light pink.  Her thighs
were softer and rounder and-hell, she was damn pretty.

   After what had happened with Cookie, it didn't take much to send
Charlie's lust blazing.  Also there was his jealousy of Jan, and the sight
of her screwing whoever the hell it was under her, and the promise of
Polly's body.

   His sweaty hands squirmed on the ladder as he climbed briskly.  His cock
was waving and swinging heavily in front of him.

   He stood over her, staring down at her hungrily, flexing his hands
nervously.  She met his gaze with twinkling, deep blue eyes.  Her dainty
mouth was smiling faintly.  Her belly was soft and round.  Her pubic bush
was fine, light brown hair.  He could see her slit through the wet twists
of hair.

   "Cat got your tongue?" she teased.

   He shook himself out of his reverie.  "Hi," he managed awkwardly.  He
sat down next to her, close enough to feel the warmth from her.  Her eyes
held his.  He leaned toward her, feeling as if he were being reeled in by
her steady gaze.

   Her lips felt as soft and warm and thrilling as they looked.  They
opened, invited his tongue to explore her.  His hand slipped over and found
one of her soft, warm breasts without having to grope for it.  His thumb
stroked over her nipple.  He felt it bounce in response.  He followed her
down, maintaining the wet, sucking, tasting kiss as she stretched out on
her back in the warm sun.

   Her body was soft and warm against his as he lay beside her.  He petted
and fondled her breast, loving the feel of it as much as he had the feel of
Jan's.  Maybe even more.

   Polly's fingers curled around his phallus and drew a hot, stinging flow
of juices from him.  As she smeared the fluid, over his seething prick, her
fingers skated on the thin, slick film.  She thumbed his cock-head with
easy familiarity.

   Charlie was aware of the sounds of fucking-soft slurping, slapping
sounds from Jan and whoever it was under her.  It increased his flaming
jealousy and searing lust.  Impatiently, he heaved himself over onto
Polly's slight, yielding body.  She welcomed his assault, spread her thighs
for him, wrapped her arms around him and ground her mouth against his even
harder.  Her breasts were warm, soft pillows between them, her nipples hard
knots digging delightfully into his chest.

   Reaching down, Charlie grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the bulb
of it up through the fine curls of Polly's pussy.  He split her crack open
with it, rapped her clit with the glands.

   "Go, fucker!" Polly urged.

   Charlie's cock burned as he seared it up and down Polly's crack. 
Feeling it pop into her vaginal opening, he didn't wait, but raped it into
her with a single powerful thrust of his hips.

   "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."

   Charlie decided he better ease her out of her mood.  "Hey, look, this is
getting too heavy.  Let's go watch Jan and Ralph.  Maybe it'll give us some
ideas."

   "The thing that really bugs me," Polly went on, following him to the
edge of the pool, "is all the fun I missed all these years.  I'll bet
Cookie is into all sorts of things."

   "She's only eighteen!" Charlie protested sharply.  "She's a virgin!"

   Polly pulled herself up out of the water with an easy grace.  "Are you
sure!"

   Charlie opened his mouth, then closed it, realizing that he had no
reason to be sure.  The thought was like a knife in his guts.  He
remembered how Cookie had looked, sprawled naked on her bed.  He felt as if
his insides were being shredded.  Nothing was what it appeared to be
anymore-not Jan, not Polly, not himself, and probably not his baby sister,
either.

   "Come on, let's go grab the lounge," Polly said, leading the way to the
ladder.  "And we better get oiled up before we get burned."

   Charlie strolled past Jan and Ralph, trying to appear casual and get a
good look at them at the same time.  Jan was sucking Ralph's cock.  Charlie
bumped into the handrail of the ladder and groped his way down.  Polly was
already on her back on the lounge.  She was holding the sun tan lotion.

   For a moment, Charlie just stood over her and stared.  His throat
knotted.  Polly was softer, sweeter, more feminine than Jan, more developed
than Cookie.  Polly was curvy and pink and warm-looking.  Taking the sun
tan oil from her, he began spreading it over her body.  There was no
subterfuge or delaying.  He spread the oil over her breasts, feeling her
soft flesh yield to his fingers.  He made her nipples stiffen and swell by
rubbing them vigorously with his fingers.  One after the other he kissed
them, sucked them into his mouth, rolled them with his tongue.  Polly ran
her fingers through his brown curls encouragingly.  Her breathing
quickened, became ragged.

   Kneeling beside her on the lounge, he slid one hand down her soft tummy.
He dug a finger into her navel before continuing down to her pubic bush. 
Her thighs opened and he pressed his finger to her hot, slippery, juicy
pussy.

   "Ahhhh," she sighed softly, pulling on his head as he suckled on her
tit. Arching her back, she thrust her soft breast into his face.  She
rolled slightly, making just the soft flesh of her boob twist as he
retained possession of her nipple.  Her stomach fluttered with lust as he
rested his arm on it, while he worked his finger in her cunt.

   Aching from being doubled up, without relinquishing his grip on her
pussy and her tits, Charlie straightened slowly and stretched out beside
her.  His own lust was burning with stellar brightness, melting his nerves.
His cock, stiff and heavy, lay up against one of her soft warm thighs.

   Still holding his face to her breasts with one hand, she reached down
with her other and curled her fingers around his prick.  She played on his
tool like the accomplished oboe player she was.  He felt thick lubricant
being smeared into a slick, hot layer over the end of his penis.  Her
finger found the nerve bud under his glands, and milked out a hot spurt of
juices with deft skill.

   Drawing back from her breasts, he lay with his head resting on her arm.
Her fingers tickled his ear.  He watched the play of her expressions as he
explored the hot folds of her pussy.  Her labia were wet and swollen.  He
fingered them gently.  He brushed her clit with his slick fingers, and
watched her mouth sag open with pleasure.  Her chest heaved when she
gasped, and her nipples seemed to stiffen even more.  Her hand convulsed
around his phallus, then loosened and began playing with him gently again.

   "So nice," she murmured softly.

   Charlie remained silent, and continued playing with her crotch with his
left hand.  Shifting his head, using her chest as a pillow, he gazed down
along her belly.  Her skin was unblemished perfection.  When he blew on it,
her stomach contracted sharply.  He fingered her clitoris delicately,
gauging her excitement by the heaving of her chest under his head, the
drumming of the heartbeat in his ear.

   "God, you're driving me nuts," she sighed.  "Don't stop, don't stop yet.
But don't make me cum, either.  Ahhh, God, I'm so close, but I don't want
to cum.  I want to be driven crazy, crazy, crazy."

   Charlie was being driven mad by the fingers playing on his prick, and
the knowledge of what he was doing to Polly.  There was incredible pleasure
in tormenting her carnally, keeping her on the verge of orgasm, yet not
tumbling her over the edge.  The hand on his prick clenched tight, and he
withdrew from her pussy until she relaxed, slid back from the edge of her
climax.

   "Bastard," she hissed.  "I love it!  But when I cum, I want your cock up
my ass.  Understand that?  Up my Ass!"

   "Just tell me when," he answered, shifting his head off her chest,
easing his hand back in her cunt.  "How about now?" he asked.  He was so
excited he was having trouble talking.

   "Yeah." Her face was sweaty, strained with carnal need as she struggled
up.  "Have to grease your cock.  Where's the sun tan oil?"

   He lay propped up on his elbows, staring down at himself as she tenderly
covered his entire prick with the slippery lotion.  She crooned to his
cock, bent her head and kissed its tip tenderly, bringing it to a still
higher pitch, then backing off before he could cum.

   "You get to oil my butt," she informed him, handing him the lotion. 
"Make sure you get a lot into my hole."

   Turning away from him, she got to her hands and knees.  The round, firm,
white moons of her buttocks gleamed in the sun.  Her spread legs gave him
plenty of room between them.

   Kneeling between her calves, Charlie dribbled a stream of sun tan oil at
the top end of her crack.  The heavy white stream oozed slowly down into
the dark crevice as he set the squeeze bottle aside.  Then he slid his
fingers down her crack, smearing the oily liquid over her flesh.  He could
see the brown hole of her anus, and touched it.  Reflexively, it clenched
at the contact.  Polly shivered.

   Meticulously, Charlie spread the lotion between her buttocks until her
skin was shiny with it.  He worked it into the bud of her asshole without
penetrating her at all.

   Then he covered his finger with a heavy dose of the greasy fluid and
spread it thickly over her anus until it gleamed like a white eye.  Putting
his fingertip on the bright button, he thrust inward.  He watched his
finger disappear into her hot, greasy bowels.  The sight turned him on as
nothing ever had before.  He drilled his index finger into her ass until
the knuckles of his other fingers ground into the floor of her crack.  Then
he rotated his finger in her, twisting it like an awl.

   "Aww, Jesus!  Stop torturing me," Polly rasped, shaking her head like a
bewildered, agonized animal.  "I need your cock, your cock, dammit!"

   Pulling his finger out, Charlie redosed his phallus with cream before
setting the bottle aside.  Then he set the bulbous head of his prick
against the dark pucker of her asshole.  Stiffening his already steel-hard
cock with his fist, he pressed forward.  Her anus pushed in, then slowly
and agonizingly began to yield as his glands compressed under the pressure
being put on it.

   "Awww," Polly gasped, her arms folding.  She rested her cheek on the
lounge.  "Awww!"

   Charlie rammed into her with steady pressure.  The rubbery end of his
cock squeezed slowly into her tight ring, gradually forcing it wider and
wider.  The dark blush of the sphincter tightened as it gradually stretched
to admit him.

   "Uh!" Polly's grunt was sharp, a hard convulsion as her anal ring
snapped into the groove behind his glands.

   It felt almost as if her anal channel sucked his cock inward from that
point.  Her resistance was broken.  He powered his brutal phallus into her
hot, greasy bottom in one steady drive.  The velvety walls of her rectum
gripped his prick, rubbing his nerve endings into searing ecstasy, scraping
the nerve knot on the underside of his penis until he thought he was going
to erupt right away.

   Then his hips jammed up against hers.  His cock convulsed, on the verge
of an orgasm, and then slowly quieted inside her.  Gripping her pliable
white waist in his hands, he held her tight against him and waited for his
excitement to decrease.

   He tried to analyze the sensation of having his prick in her rectum so
he would be able to relive the experience later.  It was exquisitely
different from a vagina.  It was tighter, hotter, less slippery.  It had a
gummy feel to it, rather than the oily slickness of a pussy.  There wasn't
the delicate stimulation of being sucked, either.  It was a tight,
all-embracing, velvety, greasy envelope around his cock.

   He drew back, watching his phallus emerge from her asshole, watching her
rectal sphincter tug outward from the incredible friction.  He drew out
until just the head of his penis was still in her tush, then powered back
into her, and felt his nerves flame up again.  He used his grip on her
waist to steady her, to push her away as he drew out, to draw her toward
him as, he rammed back into her colon.

   Polly was whining senselessly.  Her face was a blank mask of pleasure as
she took his tool up her rear.  Her tongue lolled loosely in her mouth and
she drooled onto the lounge.  She had one arm under her body, and Charlie
could feel her fingers brushing his dangling, swinging balls as she
fingered her pussy.

   Her touch on his testicles brought his orgasm still closer, made him
speed his thrusts into her tail.  His balls swung and slapped her hand and
her pussy as he slammed into her.  His cock was aflame from the blistering
friction of her anus.  He could feel creamy cum pooling in his groin, could
feel his muscles cocking themselves, getting ready to pump the thick heavy
load into her.

   "Cumming," he grated.

   "Yeah," Polly panted.  "Cum, cum like a geyser.  Squirt your hot stuff
way up my tail.  I'm cumming, too.  I'm cumming from your cock up my rear.
I'm cumming, I'm cumming ..." Her voice trailed off into a whisper of
ecstasy.

   Charlie was cumming, too.  He was hauling back on Polly, trying to get
his cock as far into her as possible.  His semen powered down his channel
with an unholy, blazing pressure, working against the tight embrace of her
rectum.  The thick gobs burst from the tip of his prick with explosive
force and overwhelmed the back pressure of her intestinal contents.  His
whole body knotted with searing pleasure at the violent cumming.  He wrung
himself dry with every muscle in his body before he let his cock stop
pumping.

   When it was over, it was all over at once.  His cock shuddered to a halt
and instantly began to retreat and shrink as the blood poured out of it. 
Polly's rectum spasmed down, crapping him out of her.  She slid forward and
slumped on her face on the lounge, and Charlie dropped down, half on her.
He could smell the shit on his finger as he held her shoulders and cuddled
her soft, warm back.

   Flickering across his mind, as his lust faded, was the vision of his
sister as he had last seen her.  He still wanted her so badly it hint.

   CHAPTER VI

   "But Pete Sanders is coming over in about five minutes," Mike said in
answer to Cookie's blunt invitation.

   "So, bring him along.  Or are you the selfish type?"

   "Now wait a minute," Mike protested.

   "I'm telling you, Mike, you get over here right now and you'll never
regret it.  This is your chance, and if you screw it up, you, can just
forget me.  If you're not here in fifteen minutes, I'll go out and get laid
by someone else."

   Slamming the receiver down, she stalked angrily around the house,
cursing all males, especially her stupid brother!  Well, she'd show him she
wasn't the little girl he seemed to think she was.  She'd prove that boys
wanted her.

   "Ohh, Charlie, damn you," she moaned, miserably slumping onto the couch.
The rough weave of the upholstery scratched her naked ass.  She didn't want
Mike, or Pete Sanders.  She wanted Charlie, her own brother.  Couldn't he
see that?  Why the hell did he think she had stripped as soon as their
parents had gone out, stripped, and stretched out on her bed where he
couldn't help seeing her?

   And he had wanted her, hadn't he?  It could have been just shock on his
face, but his eyes had burned over her bare body, picking out her too-small
breasts and golden-thatched cunt before he had wrenched himself away from
her doorway.  If he had wanted her, why hadn't he come in and taken what
she was offering?

   The sound of the door chimes jarred her out of that train of thought and
brought a jolt of fear.  Suddenly she wasn't quite sure she wanted to go
through with it.  The insistent clatter of the chimes kept on.  It had been
less than ten minutes-she Could hardly pretend she wasn't home.  She
couldn't back out now, could she?

   What did she think she was doing, inviting two boys over to-to fuck her?
The thought made her guts knot with excitement.  It was mad, but she knew
she was going to go through with it.  She had to prove to herself that she
was desirable.  She'd never tell Charlie, but she'd do it, right now.  In
minutes she would no longer be a virgin.

   "All right!" she shouted.  Remembering she was naked, she kept behind
the door when she opened it, and beckoned Mike and Pete in quickly.  If
anyone told her parents she had let two boys into the house when she was
here alone, they'd kill her.

   "Christ!" Mike blurted out stupidly when he saw she was naked.

   "Hiya," Pete Sanders said, grinning broadly.  His eyes raked over her
from her head to her feet, then fastened on her golden pussy.

   "Jesus!" Mike hissed.

   "Oh, shut up," Cookie told him.  "Come on upstairs to my room and get
undressed."

   She led the way through the house and up the stairs, feeling the two
teenagers staring at her tight little bottom as she walked.  She was
determined and angry, but unfortunately, only marginally horny.  She hoped
that would change.

   She stared impatiently out the window, waiting.  She heard Mike and Pete
undressing.  She could still visualize Charlie, clinging to the trunk of
the tree, practically beating his head against it before he fled.  God, how
she wished it was he behind her, instead of these two inexperienced clods.

   Probably her brother was delivering his meat to Jan again.  Well, he
should be putting his cock in his sister, instead of a cheap slut.

   Finally, she turned away from the window and flopped down on the bed. 
She lay on her back, eyeing Mike and Pete as they eyed her.  They were both
naked.  They both had massive erections.  The sight of two stiff pricks
both frightened and excited Cookie;

   Mike she had seen nude before.  Pete was new.  He was lean, skinny even.
But his cock was an impressive tower of meat.  It was even bigger than
Mike's prick.  Pete's jutted out stiffly from a thick mat of brown hair. 
His balls were drawn up tight against his groin.

   Mike looked scared!  The little twerp kept trying not to look at her
pussy, at her body.  He kept looking everywhere but at her, and then his
eyes would dart furtively back to her.

   But Pete stared at her boldly.  His eyes weren't bulging with shock,
they were slitted with concentration.  Cookie had the feeling he was
engraving every curve of her body on his memory.  He was the same age as
Mike, but he looked and acted a lot older.

   He was the first one to move.  He walked over to the bed, his hard-on
bobbing and waving with a heavy grace.  The slit at the tip had a
determined expression to it, somehow.

   Cookie pulled her eyes away from Pete's prick and looked up his wiry
body.  His nipples were perfect circles, each with a sharp point in the
center.  He was deeply tanned, even where most people have the mark of a
bathing suit.

   Cookie still felt a trickle of fear at what was about to happen to her.
But she was also cheered by the fact that Pete obviously was experienced.
He evidently spent more than a little time naked.  It might be at home in
his own back yard, or maybe at a nude beach.

   His hand touched her cunt, and Cookie moaned softly.  The lack of
preliminaries, no touching of her breasts, no kisses, made the touch of his
hand on her pussy very dramatic.  She let her legs slide open and bent her
knees.  She felt her clit responding to his warm, even pressure by swelling
and expanding.  It was incredibly stimulated by his firm touch.

   He kept his hand perfectly still.  Cookie's breathing quickened.  She
felt her nipples becoming tumescent as if demanding attention for
themselves.  She tried to put a hot longing into her blue eyes.  Pete's
brown eyes glinted confidently in response.  Her hips squirming, she tried
to rub her pussy on his hand.  He let his hand ride easily on her bucking
pubis, denying her the stimulation she was seeking.

   The seemingly frozen situation did more to build Cookie's lust than
direct rolling of her clit would have.  Pete had even succeeded in driving
Charlie out of her mind.  She was being engulfed in a whirling pool of lust
that centered around the hand on her crotch.  She felt herself sinking
deeper and deeper and deeper into a relentless maelstrom of passion.  Soon
even the room and Mike vanished.  All that remained was her hunger, and
Pete, and the hand on her pussy, and the whirlpool of her spiraling desire.


   There was a ripple in the whirl.  Something was between her pussy lips!
Delicately, gently, a finger explored her, but stayed well clear of the
burning knot of her clitoris.  It probed the vestibule of her sex with deft
skill.

   Pete's expression changed subtly, and Cookie realized that he now knew
she was a virgin.  She figured he had suspected it.  Obviously, he was
pleased he was right.  She stared up at him hungrily.  She couldn't
talk-all she could do was plead with her eyes.

   "Hey, what're you doing?" Mike asked, intruding rudely, advancing on the
bed.

   "Shut up, Mike!" Pete ordered, not taking his eyes from Cookie's.

   "But she's my girl!" Mike argued.

   "No one belongs to anyone else, do they, Cookie?"

   "No," she agreed, almost hypnotized by his confidence.  Then her eyes
closed and Pete pressed his finger on her clitoris and triggered a hot,
thick wave of liquid from her vagina.

   "You'll get your turn, Mike," she heard Pete say.  His voice seemed to
ring and echo down a long tunnel.

   The hot pool in her crotch told her she was ready.  And she knew Pete
knew she was ready.  She felt the bed shift and shudder as he eased himself
down beside her.  The pressure of his hand on her pussy didn't change, but
the finger on her clit moved harder and faster.  Blindly, she reached out.
and found his stiff, hard shaft and gripped it.  It felt huge, monstrous,
big enough to rip her wide open.  Her fear was quickly drowned in searing
lust as his finger skillfully manipulated her clit.

   He slid one arm under her head, and she lifted, then pillowed it on his
arm.  She was limp, his to do with as he wanted.  She wasn't able to act on
her own, was only able to react to him.

   He eased over between her spread thighs and settled between them without
letting go of her pussy.  Then he let his weight come down on her crotch
and pulled his hand away.  Her fingers were still gripping his cock.  She
guided it to her vaginal gate.  She nestled the head of it against her
hymen.  Then she drew her hand out from between them.

   He pushed into her.  She felt his prick drive at her membrane,
stretching and tugging it, spreading the two-finger opening already there.
He pushed harder, and it stretched more.  There was a dull ache to the
stretching now.

   He shoved, and she bit back a sharp cry of pain.  Cutting, tearing agony
seared up from her crotch, then changed to an ache, then faded.  Suddenly
she was full, fuller than she had ever believed possible.

   But he wasn't really in her.  She felt him move, and realized that he
was only about one third of the way into her vagina.  She felt him pull
back, and felt a spasm of pain when the shreds of her hymen were pulled
out. Then he pushed in, deeper than before.  He drew back, then pushed in,
still deeper.

   She clutched him to her, loving the sensation of having her vagina
slowly stretched open as he eased his way into it.

   Her hips heaved in response as he pumped steadily deeper into her cunt.
Her thighs spread wide, she pressed her heels into the bed to lift her
hips. Her pelvis moved in an instinctive, rocking motion that rolled her
clitoris between them like a bearing, a bearing that was all nerves.

   His hands gripped the tight knots of her buttocks as he rammed his cock
into her fully.  She felt a jolt as it hit the end of her vagina and began
stretching that flexible tube lengthwise as well as crosswise.  She was
totally glutted with cock, stuffed to the bursting point with prick.

   She opened her eyes and looked vaguely around her bedroom, seeming to
see it for the first time.  All the colors were brighter, all the lines
sharper and clearer.  And there was Mike, wiping his mouth nervously with
the back of his hand as he watched her being deflowered.  He looked
stricken at being deprived of the honor of taking her virginity.

   Reaching out, Cookie gripped his hand and drew him down, her lips
seeking his.  Their mouths mingled in a hot, sucking, probing kiss as Pete
began to fuck his cock in and out of her tight, virginal pussy.  Finding
Mike's cock with her hand, she pumped it, and felt hot fluid sting her
fingers.  He tried to pull away, but she held on, refused to let him go,
loving the feeling of one body on and in her, a second against her side;
one mouth panting in her ear, another kissing her.

   She began to cum, slowly at first, and then in a powerful rush as Pete
pistoned his prick faster and harder.  He crashed against her clitoris with
every downward stroke.  He was heaving at her ass, gripping her buttocks so
hard she could feel the crack between them being pulled open, stretching
until cold air touched the sensitive bud of her anus, drying the hot liquid
that had flooded out over it from her pussy.

   Pete rammed into her again.  His cock began to spurt, and thick wads of
cum rammed into her guts.  She wondered vaguely if the pirated pills she
had acquired would be effective.  But it didn't matter now, all that
mattered was the searing ecstasy of her first true fuck.  Her vagina
spasmed around Pete's spouting cock.  Mike was squirming around as if he
wanted to fuck the crack between her body and Pete's.

   Pete's orgasm faded and his grip on her ass relaxed.  Then Mike was
pushing impatiently, and Pete was yielding.  Cookie's orgasm didn't have a
chance to fade away before another cock was ramming into her cunt, stuffing
and filling her.  Mike rammed his phallus into her with quick, sharp,
relentless drives that jolted the wind out of her, made her chuff like an
engine.  She kept on cumming and cumming and cumming.

   Mike's orgasm came quickly.  She felt a second load of semen spurting
deep into her already glutted recesses.  Her vaginal walls convulsed around
her second jetting, spasming male organ.  She writhed like an animal under
Mike as her orgasm sparkled through her and she absorbed his heavy load of
semen.

   Then her cumming was fading and Mike's cock was shriveling, retreating
from the hot pool of semen it had left.  Struggling to breathe under a
weight that was suddenly too much for her, Cookie tried to heave his bulk
off her.  He rolled away and she felt her ribs spring achingly back into
shape.  She was left alone to catch her breath and savor the ache and
memory of her pleasure.

   Then she thought of Charlie, and her pleasure turned to sour misery.  It
had been so good, but it had been the wrong person, the wrong, wrong
person! Oh, God, why couldn't it have been Charlie?  Why couldn't he be
here now?  Tears stung and burned her eyes as she lay on her back.  Her
body was wracked with sobs.

   "Hey, you okay, Cookie?" Mike asked.

   "Leave her alone," Pete told him knowledgeably.  "They always bawl like
that the first time."

   Lurching up off the bed, Cookie stumbled past Pete and staggered into
the bathroom so she could cry in peace.  She caught a glimpse of herself in
the mirror as she fought to control her sobbing.  She looked at herself,
amazed that she looked the same as she had that morning.  She had the
feeling that she should look different somehow.  But she didn't.  She still
had the same baby face, the same bright blue eyes, the same soft blonde
hair.

   And the same aching need for her brother still burned inside her.

   Turning away from the mirror, determined to burn out that desperate
incestuous hunger for a few minutes at least, she went back to her bedroom.


   Pete and Mike were lying on her bed.  Their cocks were limp, flabby,
useless blobs of flesh.  She advanced on them, swinging her hips with each
step.  Her knees sinking into the mattress, she straddled Pete's legs. 
Leaning forward, she picked up his flaccid, rubbery organ and wiggled and
rolled it.  The sunshine coming in the window spilled across her torso as
she bent forward.  She could smell the cum-hers and his-on his limp meat.

   She took his prick in her mouth and began to suck it back to life.  The
crust of her juices and virgin blood and his cum melted and she slurped it
all down.  The taste made her lust soar again.

   Charlie's face was fading from her mind as she reached back and pressed
two fingers into her streaming vagina.  She sucked a wave of fresh blood
into Pete's phallus.  His limp penis began to pulse and swell between her
lips.  She scrubbed it with her tongue, sluiced it clean with spit.

   She knew Mike was watching her suck Pete's cock.  She liked it.  She
knew it must be getting him turned on.  She was eighteen, and no longer a
virgin, and she was sucking the cock that had blooded her.  The second boy
to have her was watching as she sucked cock, and he was getting all stiff
just from seeing her do it.

   Cum was streaming out of her vagina, thick, creamy semen dribbling down
the insides of her thighs, pouring over her ringers.  She tormented
herself, masturbating as boldly as she was sucking.  She was a totally
wanton sexual animal as she sucked Pete Sanders' prick back to life.  His
phallus was still soft and rubbery, but it was twice the size it had been.
When she pushed her head down now, the tip of his penis reached almost to
the back of her mouth.

   "Suck it," Mike urged softly, his nose barely a foot from hers.  "Suck
it hard!  Suck cock, suck cock, you cocksucker!"

   Cocksucker, that's what she was.  And she loved it.  She loved the taste
of cock, the taste of cum and male oozings, the smell of Pete's sweaty
crotch so close to her face.  She loved the feel of hot, live meat in her
mouth.  She loved the way it swelled and pulsed every time she pushed her
head down on it, driving ft the back of her throat, scrubbing it with her
velvet tongue.  She loved being watched while she did it, too.  She could
see the hot interest in Mike's eyes, the way they glittered, the way he
licked his lips again and again and again.  He was panting, and his
nostrils flared as he, too, smelled the mingled juices in Pete's matted
pubic bush.

   And Pete was watching her too.  He had his head propped up on a pillow
and was staring down the length of his smooth, tan hairless torso to where
her nose pressed into his kinky brown crusty bush.  He was watching her
take his cock in her mouth, watching her lips curl around his stiffening
prod.  He could see the spit-coated ivory column of his phallus sliding in
and out of her mouth as she drew more and more blood into it.

   There were fresh juices in her mouth now, too.  Her sucking was drawing
new oozings from his glands.  She pressed her tongue to the dorsal vein of
his phallus and was rewarded with a stinging, hot flow of heavily scented
fluid.

   Her vagina had an empty, aching feeling that her fingers couldn't ease.
Pressing on her clit only made her body blaze with greater hunger.  Now
that she had taken cock in her cunt once, twice, she knew she was going to
have to take it there again, and again, and again.  Instead of slaking her
hunger, her first experience had triggered a blazing appetite that she
would have the rest of her life.

   She spat out Pete's cock and straightened up.  She held it pointing
right up at the ceiling.  Still on her knees, she moved up him.  She moved
forward until his phallus was aimed up into her naked, spread crotch. 
There was a mirror across the room, over her bureau.  In it she could see
herself, little Cookie Crandall, straddling Pete Sanders' big tan body. 
His phallus pointed up into her golden-fuzzed pussy.  Her swollen, hungry,
distended inner labia peered anxiously from between her outer lips-hot pink
petals that gleamed in the sunlight that played across her open crotch.

   She nestled the rounded pink knob of Pete's glands in the heart of her
glistening pink petals.  Just the touch brought a sigh to her lips.  Also,
she was anticipating how good it would feel to have that heavy bulk shoved
up into her pussy again.

   Mike's nose was still almost touching her, this time her crotch.  His
shining eyes were fastened on the junction of Pete's phallus and her pussy.
He reached forward and touched that intersection, spreading her pink folds
slightly with his fingers, testing the hesitant joining as if trying to
gauge how firmly Pete's cock was set in her vagina.

   She shook with a mixture of strain and hunger as she lowered herself
slowly onto the piston of Pete's phallus.  She watched as the glands was
slowly engulfed by her vaginal orifice, and felt the bulb press into her.
When it was deep enough that it wouldn't slip out, she released it and
placed her hands on her hips.  She posed that way, a shining white tower
connecting her pale, slender, golden body with Pete's hard brown one.

   She glanced down at him.  His face was shining with sweat.  His hands
clenched and unclenched, as if he were resisting the urge to grab her and
jam her down on his tower.

   She let herself down another fraction of an inch, She saw the pale
column of his shaft begin to burrow into her pussy.  She felt the glands
push deeper.  Her flat stomach convulsed and her breath was wrung out of
her by an involuntary muscle spasm.

   Mike never took his eyes off her cunt.  His chin braced on his hands as
he knelt on the bed, he licked his lips again and again and again as he
watched her take cock up her cunt.  He gritted his teeth as he watched her
slow impalement on Pete's phallus.

   She let her legs slip outward slightly, and felt still more cock enter
her pussy.  The tendons on the insides of her thighs trained painfully as
they struggled to keep her suspended over the sword stabbing up into her
belly.  Experimentally, she moved her hips in a slow circle, and felt
Pete's cock swirl in her pussy.

   "Jesus!" Pete said sharply.

   She stopped, afraid she might bring him off too quickly.  Reaching down
to her pussy, she pried her labia open to show the shining, hot pink inner
tissues to Mike and Pete.  She touched her clitoris with her fingertip. 
Flame slashed through her.  What if Mike could manage, somehow, to mouth
her clit as she took Pete's cock into her vagina?  God!  What a thrill that
would be!

   But not today.  This was enough for today, to really learn what it was
like to have cock in her cunt.  She eased down still more.  Almost half of
Pete's organ was now out of sight.  Pearly, gleaming waves of juice were
oozing down the part of his shaft that was still visible below her pussy.
She rolled the pearl of her clit with her finger, and writhed around the
tower in her guts.  Her mouth sagged open with excitement as she licked her
lips.  Her eyes clouded with passion as she tormented her hungry vagina by
refusing to stuff it full all at once.

   But her thigh muscles were betraying her, were giving out.  Her knees
slipped on the bedspread and she slowly dropped onto his phallus.  She
rammed his cock up into her guts, watched it vanish into her hole.  Her
pubis buried itself in Pete's thick brown bush and she was doweled to him.
She felt as if she had a skyscraper in her cunt.

   Her vagina spasmed around his huge, powerful bulk in a low, long,
languid orgasm that caught her by surprise.  She let it fade and then
lifted and dropped on his tower.  She watched his organ emerge from her
lithe body, and then vanish back into her.  She felt her vagina close
behind him, and then open as he drove up into her.

   Leaning forward, she braced her hands on his shoulders.  She was leaning
forward over Mike, too.  He continued his close-up study of her cunt and
Pete's cock.  She bobbed her hips, lifting and dropping, feeling cock
piston in her pussy, feeling her clit get jolted by each impact.  Reaching
down, she fingered herself back to a sexual peak as she bounced and bounced
on Pete's lap.  His cock jammed up into her clinging pussy with every
thrust.

   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.

   Polly broke free, turned and made a grab for the jug, only to be tripped
by Ginny.  Then Ginny tried to scramble straight over Polly's back.  Polly
heaved up and the two girls rolled across the lawn, away from the jug,
which had fallen off the table.  They were shrieking and giggling as their
legs tangled.  They clutched at each other as they rolled.  Hands slipped
on sweaty skin, and Polly sprawled on her back.  She scrambled to her hands
and knees and started crawling toward the jug.  Ginny reached up and
grabbed, and got a grip on Polly's suit top, right between Polly's rounded,
soft, full breasts.  Polly's momentum carried her forward as the knit
material of her suit stretched ominously, pulling away from her breasts,
dragging downward until the top half of her breasts were exposed.

   The buttons that held the top on her ripped free, and Polly was suddenly
topless.  She lurched in the direction of the jug.  Ginny grabbed her foot
and Polly sprawled flat on her face, barely catching herself on her hands
as she went down.

   With a yelp of triumph, Ginny jumped up and made a dash for the jug. 
Polly lashed out blindly.  Her hand closed on Ginny's bikini bottom.

   Charlie was sitting forward on the lounge chair.  He gripped the plastic
arms tensely and stared unbelievingly at the wrestling match.  Polly seemed
totally oblivious to her toplessness.  Her breasts joggled excitingly.  Her
nipples were pink flashes on her fair skin.

   Ginny's suit bottom strained downward.  Polly was obviously not about to
let go of it.  Ginny kept reaching desperately for the thermos jug.  The
bright print bikini bottom dragged downward, down over her hips, exposing a
lighter strip of skin.  She twisted half on her side in an effort to reach
the jug, and Charlie could see her front, could see jet black hair above
the top edge of her suit.  Pubic hair, stiff and heavy, was drawn downward
toward her pussy in a series of lines.

   Suddenly the suit was down around her thighs, tangling around her knees,
hobbling her, dumping her flat on the lawn.  Rolling onto her back, she
kicked her legs and wrestled with her suit, trying not to pull it up, but
to get untangled from it.  Her black-thatched pussy drew Charlie's excited
gaze like a magnet.  Her pubic hair was straight, something Charlie had
never seen.  The straight hairs hugged her thick, bulging labia closely. 
Ginny's belly was flat and trim and hard.  Her hips were slender and
boyish. But anatomically, she was definitely a girl.

   Just as Ginny succeeded in kicking free of her bathing suit, sending the
scrap of cloth fluttering away, Polly lunged for the jug with a scream of
triumph, only to be brought crashing down again.  Ginny was hanging on to
Polly's suit bottom with both hands.

   Polly didn't waste any time at all.  Heaving her hips up off the ground,
she quite literally crawled right out of the second half of her bathing
suit, letting herself be stripped naked as she struggled toward the jug.

   Flinging Polly's suit bottom away with a cry of disgust, Ginny hurtled
forward, over Polly.  The two of them collapsed in a tight tangle again. 
Suddenly Ginny's suit top flapped free, and both girls were naked.  They
continued rolling and squirming on the grass.

   Charlie was out of his skull with searing horniness.  The contrast
between Ginny's and Polly's bodies made his prick hurt.  Where Polly was
soft and round, Ginny was hard and straight.  Where Polly was pale and
peaches and cream, Ginny was brown, deeply tanned.  Polly's breasts were
large and round and soft, Ginny's were small, almost nonexistent.  Polly's
nipples were generous and pink, Ginny's were sharp, dark, hard-looking. 
Polly's pussy was covered by a soft muff of pale brown curls, Ginny's had
straight black hair that did nothing to conceal her charms.

   Suddenly, the wrestling match was over.  The two girls were on their
sides.  Their legs were tangled, and they were holding each other in their
arms.  They looked deeply into each other's eyes as their ribs heaved with
their panting.  Then, incredibly, they kissed.  Lips meeting, pressing,
mouths opening, jaws working, tongues thrusting and battling and exploring,
they kissed.  Charlie couldn't believe it.  Ginny squirmed her tight, hard
pussy against Polly's soft thigh and crammed her skinny brown one up into
Polly's crotch.  They hugged each other tightly, breasts to breasts,
Polly's soft mounds swallowing Ginny's diminutive, dark-pointed ones.

   Charlie shook his head, trying to shake the stinging sweat out of his
eyes.  His cock felt it was going to explode.  He couldn't take his eyes
off the writhing mass on the grass.  It was as tight as any embrace he had
ever held a girl in.  Polly's pale, soft curves gleamed in the bright sun.
The crack between her ass cheeks was black and dark and exciting, her bare
back an unbroken, smooth sweep of creamy skin.

   Ginny, skinny as she was, was one hell of a sight, too.  There was
little flesh over her bones, so her ribs showed as ripples under her skin.
She was thin and angular.  Her bare body was striped by bathing suit marks.
The stripes were pure pale white.  There was a hint of tan there, too,
though, as if, sometimes, she did sunbathe without a suit.

   The embrace loosened, and Polly rolled half onto her back.  Ginny slid
one hand around Polly's front, up from her belly, and her lean fingers
encircled one of Polly's breasts.  Lowering her head, Ginny groped for the
tip of Polly's boob with her lips.  Her mouth closed over the alert pink
bud, drew it inward.  Ginny's cheeks were hollowed, her eyes closed. 
Charlie had the feeling Ginny's tongue was playing intimately with Polly's
tit-Polly pressed her hand softly against the back of Ginny's head, curling
her fingers through Ginny's straight black hair.  Polly's face was blank
with pleasure, her eyes closed to the bright sun, her lips slack with
passion.

   She rolled slowly to her back, and let her legs slide open.  Ginny
followed, keeping her mouth on Polly's breast, then pulling away, shifting
her attention to Polly's other pink-capped mound.

   Polly's head rolled to one side and she opened her eyes.  For a moment
there was recognition of Charlie's presence there.  Her lips formed a
silent kiss of encouragement.  Then her eyes closed as her lust boiled up
from Ginny's nursing on her tit.

   Charlie knew, then, that Polly wanted him to watch.  He hadn't been
about to leave, but it was nice to know she wanted him there.  Shakily, he
settled back on the lounge, resisting the urge to rip his clothes off and
join the orgy on the grass.  His turn would come, eventually.  But for how,
he was a spectator.

   It was quite a spectacle.  Polly was on her back, her round, pale body
writhing sensuously, her thighs sprawled open to let the sun burn down on
her brown-fuzzed pussy and her soft, round labia and pouting slit.  One
foot slid on the grass as she straightened and bent one knee with
deliberate slowness.

   Ginny slid one hand down Polly's smooth torso.  Finding the dark hole of
Polly's navel, Ginny probed it with her finger.  Polly's gut jerked in
sharply.  Her chest heaved as she sucked air in through her pursed lips. 
Her brow wrinkled with pleasure.

   Ginny bored her finger into Polly's belly button, hard.  Polly writhed,
and one hand clawed blindly at the grass, seeking an handhold on a world
that was suddenly whirling giddily out from under her.  Her other hand was
knotted in Ginny's hair.  Polly unlocked her fingers and gently caressed
Ginny's lean back.

   Easing Polly's tit out of her mouth, leaving the pink nipple hard,
stiff, shining with spit, Ginny rested her head on Polly's torso.  She
moved her hand down from Polly's navel, stroked her palm over Polly's soft,
round belly.  Slowly, fantatizingly, lovingly, she eased her fingers in to
Polly's crotch.  She combed her fingers through Polly's soft twisted curls.
Then one finger slid out of sight into Polly's slit

   Polly groaned, her hips shifted restlessly, her pelvis rocked to give
Ginny a better approach to her dripping hole.  Polly writhed with a
languid, burning sexiness.  She pressed on Ginny's back, between her
shoulders.

   Ginny eased her head lower on Polly's torso, moved it down from just
below Polly's soft, round breasts to just above Polly's navel.  Turning her
head, Ginny delicately probed Polly's belly button with her tongue.

   "Oh!" Polly gasped sharply, her gut sucking in.

   Ginny shifted her body to straighten it out of the cramped curl it had
gotten into.  She kept her hand in Polly's crotch, kept twisting her tongue
into Polly's belly button.  Then, pressing her lips on Polly's belly, she
sucked on her navel as if trying to invert it.

   Polly eased her hand down Ginny's back, under the slender girl, and
located one of Ginny's pointy tits.  Polly's fingers toyed with the sharp
little button, teasing, pulling, twisting it.  Then she slid her hand over
and did the same to the other one.

   Ginny whimpered softy into Polly's belly and bored her tongue into the
dark hole again, twisting her head as she probed as deeply into Polly's
navel as she could.  Ginny was on her knees now, her body up off the
ground, her legs spread slightly, her ass in the air.  She was rocking her
pelvis slowly, her back arching and bending with the rhythm of sex.

   Pulling away from Polly's tortured navel, Ginny slid her head still
lower, nibbling a wet trail down over Polly's rounded belly, toward where
her finger was moving slowly in and out of Polly's pussy.  She drew her
hand out of Polly's cunt.  Her fingers were shining with Polly's fluids. 
Ginny eased her face into Polly's crotch, her tongue combing through
Polly's brown muff, then wedging into Polly's slit, prying Polly's full
labia apart.

   Gently, easily, Polly guided Ginny's hips around, then steered Ginny's
knee over her face so that Ginny was straddling her.  Polly was looking
straight up into Ginny's crotch, into its straight black hair and
thrusting, bulging labia.  Polly's deep blue eyes glittered unmistakably
with lust.  She licked her tips and swallowed.  Reaching up, she gripped
Ginny's waist and drew the slender girl's hips down toward her face.  Ginny
eased her knees forward on the grass, until she was in a predatory crouch
over Polly, her pussy driving into Polly's face.

   At the same time.  Ginny's mouth was working avidly between Polly's
rounded thighs, her tongue boring deep into Polly's sweet slit Her jaw
rubbed and pressed Polly's mons, grinding her clitoris.  Easing her hands
around Polly's hips, Ginny pressed her fingers into the crack of Polly's
ass, clutching Polly's soft, round cushiony buttocks.

   Charlie couldn't take motionless observation of the Lesbian tangle any
longer.  Heaving himself out of the lounge, he moved toward the two
writhing bodies.  He struggled out of clothes that were too hot and too
confining to be borne any longer.  Hot sun and cool air assaulted his. 
sweaty skin.  His cock jutted free, flinging a thick, shining drop of
oozings onto the grass.  Impatiently, he kicked free of his pants and
stalked across the lawn.

   He circled warily, raking his eyes over Ginny's lean, brown back and
tight, hard bottom.  He knelt next to Polly's head and studied the juicy
interlocking of Polly's face and Ginny's pussy.  Polly's eyes were closed
as she worked her tongue in Ginny's slippery folds.  Then her tongue
withdrew.  Her tips pursed and pressed between Ginny's labia.  Then her
tongue speared out, ripping along Ginny's slit.  Polly tipped her head
downward slightly, seeking Ginny's clit.  Finding the protuberant button,
she sucked on it, driving her nose into Ginny's streaming vaginal hole at
the same time.  Her eyes were less than an inch away from the puckered
brown depression of Ginny's asshole.

   Tearing himself away from that lewd interlocking, Charlie moved to where
Ginny was feasting on Polly's pussy.  Ginny had her tips driven into
Polly's pussy and was sucking and chewing eagerly with a wet, sucking,
slurping noise.  From the position, it looked as if Ginny had found Polly's
clitoris and was suckling on it with the same eagerness she had sucked on
Polly's tits.

   Seen from the side, the tangle was a hard, lean brown body on top of a
soft, pink one.  Polly's breasts were squashed out by Ginny's trim torso,
while Ginny's were lost against Polly's soft belly.

   Polly's pelvis was rocking and heaving now.  She was screwing her cunt
onto Ginny's working face.  Ginny's hands were kneading Polly's ass, her
fingers were prying deep into the crack.  Charlie got down and stared up
between Polly's spraddled legs.  Ginny's tanned face was muffled in Polly's
pussy, her nose pressed in between Polly's labia.

   Ginny clutched Polly's buttocks hard, then pushed her fingers down into
the crack.  She sought blindly along the floor of the sweat, spit, and
cum-slicked valley and found the puckered dimple of Polly's anus.  She
twisted her finger into Polly's asshole, thrusting into the tight ring of
muscle, curling her other fingers into a fist that crammed into the bottom
of Polly's crack.

   Polly's ass clenched, and her hips heaved upward into Ginny's face. 
Polly's thighs slammed closed on Ginny's ears, flapped open and slammed
closed again as she frantically ground her pussy against Ginny's face.  She
was cumming with the force of a tidal wave from Ginny's skillful
finger-buggering and cunt-eating.  And, from the way Ginny's lean body was
writhing and her pelvis working, the slender girl was cumming, too, cumming
straight into Polly's sucking mouth.

   Charlie's cock drooled its burning frustration into the grass as he
watched the two girls' seemingly endless orgasms.  He battled desperately
to keep from pumping his cock to a spurting eruption, clinging desperately
to the hope that he'd get a crack at one or the other of the girls soon.

   It was centuries before there seemed to be any real hope for him.  It
came slowly, so slowly he wasn't even sure.  But the convulsions and
writhings were fading.  Ginny's wiry body was relaxing, and Polly's grip on
Ginny's ass was easing gradually.  Then Ginny drew her finger out of
Polly's butt and lifted her face clear of Polly's pussy.  Her nose, cheeks,
and chin shining with Polly's cum, Ginny sucked in great gouts of air as
she rested her head on Polly's stomach.

   Then, in response to Polly's pushing, Ginny rolled over and sprawled
bonelessly on her back.  Her black thatched pussy gaped at the blue sky,
her glistening, blushing inner labia protruding from between her heavy
outer lips.

   Charlie had little interest in Ginny.  It was Polly he wanted now.  She
was on her back in front of him, her legs spread wide, her pussy sopping
with cum and spit He threw himself between her thighs, and felt her jerk
with surprise as he came down on her.  Her eyes opened.  They were dazed
and foggy.  Then they focused, and her cum-smeared lips moved.

   "Yes," she hissed softly.  "Oh, God, yes!"

   Charlie wasn't waiting for an invitation or her approval.  He blasted
his prick into her guts.  If the girl under him hadn't already been so
turned on by her Lesbian encounter, it would have been a case of brutal,
painful rape.  But, as it was, her pussy was sopping, drenched with endless
waves of cum, and his prick slid into her as if it had been greased.  His
hips hammered against her pubic arch and his cock shivered with pleasure at
being totally, suddenly, completely enfolded in a hot wet, living sheath.

   He paused for a moment to let the initial quiverings of his already over
stimulated prick fade away.  He felt Polly's vagina spasming around his
phallus almost as if she were cumming.  But he didn't really care what she
was doing.  He had a hot flood of cum that was waiting impatiently to
blister down the length of his aching cock.

   He drew back and rammed his prick into her again and again.  His pelvis
working wildly, he rammed against her with total disregard of her pleasure,
seeking only his own explosive release.  The walls of her vagina hissed
past his prick, searing his nerve endings, sending fiery messages to his
glands, his muscles, his brain.  Heaving his whole body forward, he shifted
his angle of attack so the head of his phallus bored hard into the
underside of her vagina.  His cock twisted and flexed upward with every
inward thrust.  It built the pressure against the nerve knot on the
underside of his tower until his whole body was ablaze with pleasure.  He
felt his balls knotting up against his cock.  He felt a preliminary hot
drop of semen creep the length of his penis, a hesitant trickle of burning
pleasure that marked the point-of-no-return for him.

   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.

   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.

   "Careful," he grunted.  "Don't want you to bring me off that way."

   "Please, fuck me," Cookie begged.  "Please, please, fuck me!"

   "Horny little one, aren't you?" Pete observed.  "Almost as horny as my
sister.  She's real skinny and tight, too.  I like 'em skinny and tight."

   The information trickled slowly into Cookie's brain.  "You screw your
sister?" she asked softly.

   "Of course I do," Pete answered.  "Doesn't Charlie take care of you
ever?"

   Cookie started to answer, then clammed up, ashamed.  "Fuck me," she
groaned desperately.  "Fuck me, Goddammit!" She retaliated against his
tormenting finger by skillfully stimulating his prick with her thumb,
smearing it with his hot lubricant.

   "That's the way," Pete told her.  "That's the way to get me ready."

   "Fuck me," she hissed.  "Stick it in me!"

   Pete knelt slowly between her wide spread thighs.  Bracing himself up on
one arm, he bent his cock down, aiming it into the hot, dripping hole of
her pussy.  Cookie could see his phallus approaching her crotch, even
though it was impossible for her to see her vaginal orifice.  Pete eased
himself down, and she felt his cock enter her, felt his bulk spreading her
juicy folds.

   She fell back on the sofa as he bored his tower up off her, and drilled
his cock into her.  The only point of contact between them was their sex
organs.

   He eased into her, until she was filled with prick.  Its head socketed
itself in the end of her cunt hole.  His hips were jammed into her crotch,
but still only the centers of their bodies were in contact

   "Well?" he demanded.

   "Don't stop.  God, don't stop," she whispered.

   Pete pumped his prick in her hole, sliding it out, then ramming it deep
into her guts again.  He did it slowly, drawing it almost all the way out.
then sliding it back in and grinding his hips into her crotch, making sure
he got the deepest penetration possible.

   "Put a pillow under her ass, and you'll get in deeper," an unexpected
voice suddenly said.

   "Ginny!" Cookie blurted.  Then her voice hazed out in a galaxy of
pleasure as Pete continued pistoning his prick in her gaping cunt.

   "Hi, Sis," Pete grunted, not stopping his stroking in and out of
Cookie's pussy.

   Ginny was stripping off her clothes with casual ease, tossing them
aside. She sat on the floor by the couch, near Cookie's head, and studied
the situation.

   "Having a nice time?" she asked.

   Cookie nodded.

   "You should see Pete's prick," Ginny reported.  "It's all shiny and
slippery with your goo.  It slides out of that little twat of yours like a
magic act.  Then it greases back in.  Man, that is one sight that really
gets me hot!"

   The blow by blow description served to lift Cookie still higher.  The
thick heavy smell of sex flooded up from her glutted pussy.  Pete's hips
ground against the insides of her thighs.  Her eyes closed, Cookie tried to
visualize what Ginny had described.

   The touch of lips against hers surprised Cookie.  She instinctively
responded to the kiss.  When Cookie realized that it had to be Ginny who
was kissing her, she was too far gone to protest or care.  She accepted the
other girl's tongue, welcomed it, battled it with her own.

   Her mouth being laved by Ginny, and her cunt being ravished by Ginny's
brother, Cookie was blazing up to a sizzling orgasm.  Her vagina spasming
around the cock pistoning in and out of it, Cookie slurped and sucked on
Ginny's deft, darting tongue.  Nothing mattered anymore but Cookie's
searing, oozing pleasure.  Charlie's rejection didn't matter, nor did it
matter whose tongue was in her mouth, or whose cock was in her cunt.  All
that mattered was the convulsing, muscle-knotting ecstasy that went on and
on and on and on, endlessly.

   Deep inside her, hot cum was spurting into her vagina.  Pete was
cumming. His hips grinding into Cookie's crotch, he was pouring his sperm
into her with clenching spasms of his buttocks.  His slim, tan body arched
back like a bow, his entire being concentrated on his jetting penis as it
convulsed and pumped in Cookie's clutching tunnel.

   Cookie's orgasm soared still higher as she felt the phallus in her hole
recoiling.  The walls of her pussy, already spasming, increased the power
of their contractions, trying to milk Pete's cream from him.

   But there was a trickle of regret and fear in Cookie's pleasure, now,
too.  Now that Pete was cumming, her orgasm was destined to end.  Sooner or
later his reserves would be exhausted.  Then he would be gone from her,
would leave her achingly empty once more.  He would leave her with nothing
to remember but the past, nothing for her mind to focus on in the future
but the fact that Charlie didn't want her.

   When Pete did start to draw out, Cookie heaved her hips up in a
desperate effort to keep him in her.  She followed him, until her body was
in a straining arch.  But it was no use.  His cock shriveled in her
still-spasming pussy, and was leaving her.  And then it was gone.  He had
finally escaped her clutching cunt.

   "Naawooo!" she wailed, ripping her mouth away from Ginny's sucking,
working lips.  It was a useless heart-breaking cry of denial.

   "Hush!" Ginny snapped sharply.  Then she moved.  She lifted her leg and
crawled down over Cookie!  Cookie's eyes flickered open as a shadow crossed
her face.  There was a trim female body over hers.  There were small pointy
breasts with sharp tits, and a slender, flat tummy with a deep dark navel.

   Below that was a pussy.  Cookie had never seen a girl's crotch so close
up before.  It had straight black hair over bulging, pouting labia.

   Something hot and wet and velvety and sinuous probed into Cookie's
pussy, and she roared to another orgasmic peak.  She felt her labia being
spread until they felt stretched, and then lips encircled her clitoris. 
The little nubbin was drawn out by the insistent suction of Ginny's mouth,
and a tongue rasped and battered the nerve-laden tip.

   Cookie's world was a kaleidoscope of pleasure once more.  The pussy over
her face was lowering, slowly and hesitantly.  It didn't need to be so shy
and slow.  Didn't the owner of that pussy know how pretty that pussy was?
Didn't Ginny realize that Cookie's mouth was reaching upward, that her lips
were working like those of a baby searching for its mother's tit?

   Cookie reached up and cupped her hands around the tight ass above her
and tugged the straight-haired crotch down onto her face.  Feeling what was
happening in her own groin, Cookie pressed her face into the smelly, juicy,
soft, hairy patch.  Twisting her head from side to side, Cookie pried open
Ginny's soft, protuberant labia with her nose and chin, and felt her face
being smeared with thick fluid.  As she pressed forward, her mouth was
filled with the thick metallic taste of Ginny's oozings.  With her tongue,
Cookie explored the hot, wet, mushy folds of Ginny's pussy.

   Feeling blind and ineffectual and uneducated, Cookie pushed Ginny's hips
up off her face.  The slender girl complied, raised her cunt.

   With delicate, shy fingers, Cookie spread Ginny's full outer lips. 
Carefully, she studied the ripples and folds of Ginny's pussy.  It was
shining pink, wet, blood-suffused from the stimulation already received. 
Sorting out the layout, Cookie found the pleasure pearl of Ginny's clit and
fastened her mouth on it.

   Ginny's response was almost as gratifying as the pleasure Cookie was
getting from having her own clit tormented.  Ginny's hips heaved and
squirmed, bucking wildly on Cookie's face.  Ginny's vagina fountained
thick, gooey waves of lust onto Cookie's chin, lips, and working
tongue-even into her nose.

   Cookie was still cumming.  She had barely dropped away from the searing
orgasm with Pete, when Ginny had replaced cock and hips with head, lips and
tongue.  This orgasm was different, more intense, less jarring, as there
were no bruising impacts, only long, hot, steady oral manipulation of the
most sensitive point in her crotch.

   Gripping Ginny's tight buttocks, Cookie tired to control the heaving and
grinding of Ginny's pelvis.  She locked Ginny's cunt against her face by
pulling as hard as she could on Ginny's ass.  Fighting to maintain her grip
on the sweating globes, Cookie dug her fingers into the hot crack.  Instead
of making it easier to hold on, the prying seemed to make Ginny buck
harder. Cookie dug her fingers hard into the valley between Ginny's
buttocks, and Ginny's ass heaved even harder, pounding up and down on
Cookie's face.  When Cookie's finger slipped into a hot hole, she actually
felt Ginny moaning into her pussy.  The heavy vibrations drummed up through
Cookie's belly.  The flood pouring down on Cookie's face from Ginny's cunt
doubled.

   Cookie felt Ginny grabbing at her ass.  Ginny was prying at Cookie's
buttocks, driving her fingers into the sweaty, smelly valley.  There was a
wild, itching, burning pleasure from the digging probe.  It was the kind of
preliminary feeling that seemed to say that there was a still greater
thrill just around the corner.

   It struck like a bolt of lightning!  Ginny was prying a finger into
Cookie's asshole!  And even while her rectal sphincter resisted, and her
mind rebelled at what was happening, she felt Ginny's finger augering up
into her bowels.

   Cookie suddenly realized just exactly where she had driven her finger,
inadvertently.  She had bored her finger into Ginny's asshole!  The end of
her finger was currently residing in the hot greasy socket of Ginny's
crapper!

   It felt so good to have a finger boring up into her own anus that Cookie
made no effort to pull her finger out of Ginny's ass.  Instead, she matched
Ginny's performance by twisting her finger still deeper into the tight
opening.  She felt the donut-like ring of Ginny's muscle passing slowly up
her finger, and felt hot, sticky ass contents against the tip of her finger
as she drilled deeper into Ginny's rectum.  Cookie's own butt was ablaze
from the probing digit Ginny was reaming up into her tail.

   Abruptly, Ginny lifted her face off Cookie's pussy.  Cookie heard her
saying something to Pete, but the words were lost in the haze of pleasure
from the finger in her ass.  Keeping up her devouring slurping on Ginny's
pussy, Cookie fought to bring Ginny's face back on her pussy by twisting
and wiggling her finger in Ginny's anus.

   Ginny responded, and Cookie's pleasure was again reinforced by sucking
stimulation on her clitoris.

   The orgasm could go on forever, Cookie told herself, because this was
not a man's cock that would quickly lose its hardness.  This ecstasy was
being triggered by the exhaustion-proof workings of a girl's body.

   But something was happening, even to this orgasm.  The obliterating
pleasure was being treated.  Ginny was pulling and tugging at her.  Ginny
had even removed her fountaining pussy from Cookie's face.  Cookie felt
sticky fluid drying on her cheeks and jaw.

   But that wonderful finger was still up her butt.  There was that blazing
knot of pleasure to focus on, even though a mouth was no longer biting and
sucking at her pussy.  When the hand driven into her ass crack moved,
heaving and tugging at Cookie, she yielded happily, willing to do anything
to keep that burning rod in her rectal ring.

   Cookie let herself be rolled off the couch and eased to the floor. 
Ginny's finger stayed in Cookie's ass, a blazing bone trapped halfway in
her asshole.  Cookie was on her knees on the floor.  Her shoulders and head
were still on the couch.  The rough fabric of the cushions was scratching
her sticky cheek.

   "Get right here," Ginny said to Pete.

   Get right where?  Cookie wondered.  But what did it matter, so long as
that hot finger kept her burning pleasure going.  Just so long as Ginny
kept her finger in Cookie's anus, Cookie didn't care what happened.  With
that delicious agony to focus on, she couldn't even think of her stupid
brother.

   "You got it good and greasy?" Ginny asked.

   "Yeah," Pete answered.  "You sure she can take it?"

   "She'll take it," Ginny assured him.  "Shell love it She went for my
asshole like a veteran.  I didn't expect her to know that bit.  Surprised
the shit out of me."

   The conversation swirled around Cookie like a dream.  It didn't make any
sense at all to her, but it didn't matter, either.  Nothing mattered but
that delicious invader in her tail.

   "You ready?" Ginny asked.

   "Jesus, yes, I'm ready.  Don't I look ready?" Pete retorted.  "But I
can't do anything until you get the hell out of my way."

   "Hold her.  She may resist at first," Ginny cautioned.

   Hard hands gripped Cookie's waist, rough fingers ground into her tender
flesh.  The sunlight coming in the window slashed down across her face. 
Cookie turned her head to the other side.

   "Aawww," she moaned miserably when the finger was rudely drawn out of
her anus.  She was about to lift her head and protest violently, when
something else poked at her asshole, wedged between the cheeks of her tail.
It was bigger than the finger had been, and different.  But it felt good,
and that was all that mattered.

   "Ooooh yeah," she sighed, lowering her cheek to the couch again.  The
pleasure was back.  There was incredible pressure on her asshole.  Whatever
was driving at her tail wasn't getting inside her.  Desperately, she willed
her anus to open to admit whatever it was.

   She felt her tight ring yielding, opening slowly.  God!  What were they
driving up her ass?  It felt like a telephone pole was being forced into
her rectum.

   "Awwww," she moaned, struggling to take whatever it was into her bowels.
She wiggled her ass from side to side, and felt the invader worm its way
deeper.

   "Getting there," Pete grunted.

   "Jeez, that looks fantastic," Ginny sighed.  "Does it look like that
when you do me?"

   "You're not as tight," Pete grunted.  "God damn, that feels good!"

   "Farther, Pete, farther," Ginny urged.

   "Gotta take my time, or I'll hurt her," Pete answered.  "Don't worry,
I'll get it all in."

   Get all of what in?  Cookie wondered.  She felt her anal ring stretching
wider and wider, as if she was trying to crap out a huge turd.  Only this
time something was going into her anus, not out.

   There was a snap that bolted through Cookie like an electric shock.  The
stretching pain in her anus decreased and was replaced by a dull ache.  But
the pleasure was still there, and was greater than ever.

   "You got the head in," Ginny observed.

   "That's the hardest part," Pete responded.  "The rest of it always goes
in easy."

   Cookie felt something hot and hard sliding smoothly through her anal
ring.  She felt her bowels filling slowly.  It felt as if she was going to
have to take one hell of a big crap.  The burning friction through her anal
sphincter felt incredibly good.  And the feeling of fullness, of being
stuffed with whatever was powering up into her rectum, was excruciating.

   "Ah!" she grunted softly when somebody rammed up against her ass. 
Something swung and smacked her pussy.

   "Jesus!" Ginny swore admiringly.

   "Now comes the really good part," Pete observed.  "Better let her get
used to it for a minute before I move, though."

   Now Cookie knew what she had up her ass.  She hated to admit it to
herself, because the thought was terrifying.  But, now that she had it in
her, the reason for fear was gone.  No matter what she didn't believe she
could take it, she had taken it.  She had Pete's hard, slender, brutal cock
clear in her rear end.  His hips were jammed against her buttocks, which
meant he had the full length of his phallus in her rectum.  His balls had
swung up and patted her pussy when his stroke into her bowels had ended.

   "Ooohh, God!  That is soo good," she sighed softly.

   "He's got the whole thing in you," Ginny reported.  "Do you like it?"

   Cookie nodded, scrubbing her cheek on the harsh upholstery.  "I love it.
God, tell him not to stop, ever."

   "Does it hurt?" Ginny asked.

   "Aches," Cookie answered.  "But it feels so good, too, it doesn't
matter."

   When Pete drew out of her slowly, it felt as if a case of constipation
was slowly easing.  He stopped when just the head was left in her.  Then he
slid back into her greasy, hot depths.  He burned through her rectal
sphincter, a searing friction that sent her lust soaring even higher.

   "Aww, Jesus," she panted.  She reached under herself and began fondling
her pussy, giving her soggy slit the attention it was crying for.

   "Spread your legs, Pete," Ginny ordered.  "Let me see if I can squeeze
underneath and suck her while you bugger her."

   Cookie didn't care.  All she cared about was the pleasure, she didn't
care how she got it.  So long as they kept her carnal high going, she was
happy to let Ginny and Pete do anything they wanted with her.

   When Pete spread his legs, the angle of his cock up her ass changed. 
She eased her own legs apart as he tugged her butt lower.  Then Ginny was
pushing in between Cookie's legs.  Ginny was laying on her back, staring up
into Cookie's hot, gooey tangle of pussy folds, Pete's swinging balls, and
where his cock entered Cookie's distended anus.

   Fingers brushed Cookie's pussy, and the heavy warmth of Pete's balls
against her flesh vanished.

   "What the hell are you doing down there?" Pete asked.  "That's my nuts
you're playing with."

   "I know it, dummy," Ginny snorted.  "I wanted to see.  Cripes, you
should see the way her asshole is stretched."

   "If you want to get in on the action, you damn well better hurry," Pete
told her.  "I can't keep this hard-on forever."

   "Okay, okay," Ginny responded coolly.  Linking her hands behind Cookie's
back, Ginny hauled herself up and buried her face in Cookie's streaming
pussy.

   Cookie's ecstasy zoomed still higher, built back up from the lower
plateau it had slipped to.  Her clit was being sucked and tongue-whipped,
and her vagina was pouring out new waves of cum.

   Then Pete was moving in her anus again, sliding out and driving back in,
slowly and steadily.  His hips would jam jam up against Cookie's ass,
jarring her and rocking her away from Ginny's working mouth for a second.

   "Your balls are hitting my chin," Ginny giggled.

   "Shut up and eat," Pete grunted, not stopping his pistoning.  "Jeez, I'm
getting close."

   Cookie was riding up and up a searing slope toward still another blazing
peak of pleasure.  The cock in her tail sizzled in her hot hole, and the
mouth on her pussy felt as if it was made of liquid fire.  Her cheek
scrubbed along the couch with every thrust into her ass.  Her breasts
trembled just at the edge of the sofa cushion each time her body was
jarred.

   Pete was moving faster, drawing out more quickly, powering in more
sharply.  He was holding Cookie's ribs, his fingers grinding into her as he
steadied her against his thrusts.  Ginny's grip around Cookie's waist was
bruisingly tight and heavy.  Cookie's back was swaying as Ginny held
herself up, her face in Cookie's cunt.

   Cookie heaved her back upward, hunching as her orgasm roller-coastered
through her, as waves of flame ripped through her.  The shift changed the
angle of her rectum and Pete's cock, and her pleasure roared higher.  It
rammed her pussy down on Ginny's mouth.  Ginny was almost sucking Cookie's
clit out by the roots, she had such a tight grasp on it.

   Pete reamed out Cookie's tail one last time, then his phallus was
convulsing in the tight ring of her anus.  She knew hot gobs of semen were
blasting into her bowels, flooding her intestines.  She was cumming,
drowning Ginny's face in a thick vaginal flow.  Ginny was lapping it all up
as if it were a sweet confection.

   Pete's spurtings faded slowly and his cock began to lose its rigidity.
Cookie's rectum went into peristaltic spasms and began crapping his phallus
out, squeezing the blood from it, forcing it to withdraw from her.  Ginny's
bear hug around Cookie's waist eased, and she dropped to the floor with a
soft wet moan.

   Then Pete was gone from her ass, Ginny was gone from her cunt, and
Cookie was left alone with her memories, and her aches, and a horrible
hollow feeling of total emptiness.  Her ass arched and her muscles burned
with exhaustion.

   Suddenly she was crying.  Still kneeling with her ass in the air, her
cheek on the couch, she was wracked with great shuddering sobs.  She didn't
try to hide them at all.  From the peak of pleasure she had plunged to the
deepest misery.

   "God, did I hurt her?" Pete asked, frightened.

   "Cookie, are you hurt?" Ginny asked, leaning over her.

   "Maybe we better get a doctor," Pete suggested.

   "Christ, no," Ginny snapped.  "What the hell would we tell him anyway?"

   "I don't know.  But Jeez, what if she's bleeding inside or something?"

   "She's not bleeding," Ginny stated firmly.  "Cookie, are you hurt?"

   Cookie managed to shake her head in the negative.  "No," she whispered.
Then she resumed sobbing.

   "Come on," Ginny urged, heaving on Cookie.  "Up on the couch, baby. 
Pete, where's that bottle of whiskey you've got hidden?  I think Cookie
could use some.  And get a towel so she doesn't leave a spot on the sofa."

   "What whiskey?" Pete asked.

   "Don't pull that shit on me," Ginny snapped.  "And hurry up, dammit!"

   "All right, all right," Pete grumbled.  He stalked away, muttering
something about nosy sisters that didn't mind their own business.

   When he got back, Cookie had gotten her sobbing under control. 
Sniffling, she lifted up and let Ginny slide the towel under her ass. 
Sullenly, Pete held out a pint bottle.  The fumes made Cookie's head swim.
She gulped a swallow down, grimacing at the taste.

   It seared her throat and made her eyes water.  When it hit bottom, hot
waves seemed to flood out through her blood stream.  She could feel herself
beginning to relax.

   She sighed and handed the bottle back to Pete.

   "Thanks, Pete," Ginny said for her.

   "How'd you know I had this, anyway?" Pete asked.  "Have you been
snooping?"

   "You smelled like a distillery the other night when you balled me,"
Ginny snorted.  "Are you okay now, Cookie?"

   "I think so." Then she remembered why she had been crying, and the sobs
threatened to engulf her again.

   "Hey, hey, what's the trouble, anyway?" Ginny asked.

   "Ooohh, you and Pete have such a great thing going," Cookie wailed. 
"You ball and everything."

   "So, didn't you just get balled and buggered?" Pete snorted.

   Cookie sniffed and nodded.  "And I-I liked it, too."

   "So, what's the trouble?" Ginny asked.  "Oh oh, wait.  Let me guess. 
It's Charlie."

   Cookie nodded.  "Uh huh!"

   "He won't ball you, will he?" Ginny asked.

   "How did you know?"

   "I could say I guessed it," Ginny answered.  "But that's not exactly
true.  Let's say that Charlie and I have had an encounter."

   Cookie began to bawl again.  "Everybody gets Charlie but me," she
blubbered.  "Everybody!  And he won't even look at me!  He runs away from
me, in fact.  Like I was ugly, or something."

   "The dope thinks you're a virgin," Ginny snorted, patting Cookie
tenderly.

   "B-b-but I've tried everything to show him that I'm not," Cookie wailed.
"Didn't you t-t-tell him, Pete?"

   "And get my face busted for my trouble?  No thanks," Pete snorted. 
"Your brother's got about twenty pounds on me, at least."

   "I tried to tell him," Ginny added.  "But he wasn't about to listen to
me."

   "He-he's the only person I really want," Cookie wailed.  "And he won't
even look at me!"

   "He still thinks of you as his baby sister," Ginny explained.  "He
thinks you're a sweet, innocent little kid."

   "But I'm not!"

   "I know that, Pete knows that, and a bunch of other people know that, if
I know Mike," Ginny agreed.  "But unless your brother gets smacked in the
face with it, he'll never believe it."

   "He won't even let me near enough to talk to him now," Cookie said
miserably.

   "So, actions speak louder than words," Ginny mused.

   "You girls want anything to eat?" Pete interrupted.

   "Go feed your fat face," Ginny ordered.  "Cookie and I are busy."

   Pete went off muttering to himself.

   "What can I do?" Cookie asked.  "I can't rape him, can I?"

   "Not very easily.  How about a little show and tell?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Suppose he saw you getting balled?"

   Cookie thought this out.  "Yeeaaahhh," she said finally.  "If he saw me
taking cock, he'd have to believe it!" Then her face fell.  "But how can I
pull that off?"

   "Got the perfect time," Ginny said, snapping her fingers.  "Jan is
having a party next week-a pool party."

   "So?"

   "So, it will be your official coming-out party.  Jan's parents aren't
going to be there.  That means it will be one heavy scene, the sky the
limit, sexwise."

   "Who'll be there?" Cookie asked warily.

   "Me.  And Pete, and Mike, probably, and Polly ..."

   "Polly!  But she's the original virgin!" Cookie protested.

   "She's one of the hottest lays in town.  She loves to take it up the
ass, by the way.  And Charlie will be there, of course.  Maybe a few other
guys.  Only ones we can really trust, though."

   "Gosh!" Cookie's mind boggled at the vision she had of the party.

   "It's the perfect time," Ginny said softly.  "And all we have to do is
work out the best possible entrance for you.  What do you think?"

   Cookie suddenly felt shy.  "I-I don't know."

   "Do you want Charlie?"

   "The worst way," Cookie admitted.

   "Oppornockity tunes but once," Ginny pointed out "Better grab it."

   "O-okay," Cookie agreed.  "You'll help me?"

   "I'll be right there to back you up," Ginny assured her.  "Now, let's
see if we can come up with a real grabber of an entry for you."

   "Uh, what about a date?" Cookie asked.

   "Don't worry, there'll be more than enough studs to go around.  You'll
get so much cock you won't need any for a month.  Take my word for it."

   Cookie shivered.  Her pussy was getting hot and wet just thinking about
the party.  The only cock she really wanted was her brother's, and this
looked like too good a chance to miss.  She had to do it.

   CHAPTER IX

   Cookie surveyed the back yard gathering cynically.  Some orgy.  The
closest thing to action was the dancing that was going on.  Everyone was
still fully dressed.  No one seemed to know how to get things underway.

   Cookie's eyes wandered over the crowd, picking out the people she knew.
Mike and Pete were there, and Ginny.  Polly was standing next to Charlie.
Her fingers were interlaced with his.  It all looked like a normal
afternoon party.  Jan, standing next to a monster stud Cookie didn't know,
was the closest thing to sexy, even.  She was wearing a long skirt that was
open on one side all the way to the waist.  Her top was a white lacy blouse
that left her midriff bare.  It was obvious that she was wearing neither
bra nor panties.

   Cookie was wearing a very demure outfit-a high-necked, shirtwaist dress
that buttoned down the front and had a full skirt that came to her knees.
Under it, she was wearing a bra, and bikini briefs, both white, both lacy.
The only concession to the anticipated orgy was no stockings or pantyhose.
Her sandals perfectly displayed her carefully lacquered toenails.

   She saw Charlie catch sight of her, and flushed hot with desire.  His
expression was not encouraging.  Obviously, he was not pleased to see her
there.

   * * *

   Conscious of Polly's warm body beside his, Charlie felt the general
tension growing.  Everyone knew what was supposed to happen, what was
coming, but no one was making the first move.  A few couples were dancing,
but no more erotically than at a chaperoned dance.

   His eyes had tracked Jan with hot interest as she had circulated.  As
she walked, an expanse of smooth skin was exposed, all the way up to her
hip, where a guttering silver fastener of some kind kept her skirt closed.
Jan's breasts jiggled under her blouse.  Her nipples were dark shadows
under the thin fabric.

   Then a flash of blonde hair in the door to the house caught Charlie's
attention.  He felt the blood draining out of his face.  What the hell did
Cookie think she was doing, showing up at a party like this?  Christ, she
looked as innocent as he had ever seen her!  But he still remembered how
she looked nude, and his brain insisted on stripping her demure party dress
off her.

   He had to get her out of here, before something happened.

   Cookie saw the decision in her brother's eyes.  Then she saw Ginny
whisper something to Polly and move around beside Charlie.

   Just as Charlie started toward Cookie, he found himself immobilized. 
Polly and Ginny were on each side of him.  They held his arms, pressed them
against their warm torsos.

   It was the agreed-upon signal.  Cookie stepped out of the house, into
the bright sunlight, and walked straight toward her brother.  The sunshine
glowed on her soft, pale yellow dress, on her blonde hair and the yellow
ribbon in it.  She might as well have been under a spotlight.  She could
feel the eyes of everyone at the gathering on her.

   Mike came up to her, but she brushed him aside.  "Wait, you'll get your
chance," she told him softy.

   She stopped a few feet in front of her brother.  She let her body begin
to sway to the pounding rock music.

   She danced easily to the music, her feet moving gracefully on the grass.
She was bubbling inside with a mixture of excitement, and a shot of Pete's
whiskey.  She focused entirely on her brother.  She had his undivided
attention.

   She began to unbutton her dress.

   * * *

   Charlie hadn't even seen Ginny until she suddenly trapped his arm,
dragged it into the valley between her small, pointy breasts.  At the same
time, Polly had shifted her grip, and his other arm was pressed between her
soft, warm breasts.  The back of his hand was shoved into Polly's crotch so
his knuckles were pressing her pussy.

   Then Cookie had started toward him.  The swaying of her hips had made
her skirt swing gracefully.  She had brushed past Mike with barely a word,
and was suddenly in front of him.  He had started to say something, but the
way she had looked at him had stopped him cold.

   When she started to unbutton the top of her dress, his sexual interest
in her had boiled up in spite of himself.  As she moved gracefully to the
music, her slender body swaying rhythmically, she had unbuttoned the top of
her dress, exposing a growing vee of soft golden skin, then the white band
of her bra.

   She didn't stop at the waist.  She unbuttoned all the buttons, opening
the dress farther, showing the soft roundness of her tummy, then, at last,
the top edge of her white lace panties.

   Charlie's cock was in agony, a wild animal struggling to burst free of
his confining underpants and slacks.

   Still dancing gracefully, Cookie eased the dress back off one shoulder,
exposing one cup of her bra.  There was a searing eroticism to her casual
strip.  There was no coyness or teasing, yet.  She eased the dress back off
her shoulders, down her arms and let it fall around her waist, baring her
torso to the hot sun.  Her lacy bra seemed to glow with a light of its own.


   Swinging her hips easily, she pushed the dress down, let it tumble down
her slender legs.  She stepped out of it and spun in front of her brother,
let him rake his eyes over her barely concealed body.

   Charlie's gut knotted with lust and agony.  This was his sister, his
little sister, and she was baring herself to this whole mob.  She was
deliberately driving him nuts.  She looked incredibly erotic in the lacy
bra and panties, which were so white against her golden tan torso.  She was
all bare skin and white lace, acres of bare skin and scraps of white lace.

   She turned her back to him, and his eyes focused on the tight round
lace-covered cheeks of her ass.  She reached back for the fastening of her
bra and unhooked ft deftly.

   As she turned, she stripped away her bra and flipped it aside.  She gave
him a flashing glimpse of her maturing breasts, then cupped her hands over
them.

   But she hid them only a moment.  Then she slid her hands downward,
exposing her stiff pink nipples, the pale mounds.  She slid her graceful,
dainty hands down her torso to her panties.  She hooked her thumbs in the
elastic, and eased them casually downward.

   The soft expanse of her tummy curved toward her pussy, where sparkling
golden hairs now glittered in the sunlight.  She pushed her panties down
her slender, shapely legs and stepped out of them daintily.

   She was naked except for her sandals.  Bending gracefully, she unbuckled
one, then the other, carefully displaying the curves of her budding charms
as she completed her strip.

   Charlie tried to pull away from Ginny and Polly, but their muscles were
stronger than his passion-softened ones.  He could feel the sweat trickling
down his face, even though it was not a particularly hot day.

   He didn't know if he wanted to get free in order to rescue his sister,
or to attack her.

   Cookie saw her brother's sweat, saw the hard lump in his trousers.  She
saw the hot lust in his eyes, saw the battle he was fighting with himself.

   She knew the eyes of everyone at the party were on her.  The boys were
interested.  The girls were jealous.  Stepping up to Charlie, she went up
on her tiptoes and leaned forward.  She kissed him, very gently, on the
lips.  The tips of her breasts brushed his chest, making her nipples burn.

   Then she left him, and moved through the crowd with easy grace as every
eye followed her.  She made neither a deliberate display of her body, nor
attempted to conceal it.  Her thighs scissored and her ass cheeks rolled as
she walked.

   She chose Jan's date for her first contact after her brother.  Jan's
eyes were glittering with a jealousy that did Cookie's heart good.  If Jan,
with the fabulous jutting breasts, was jealous, Cookie had nothing to be
shy about.

   Jan tried to restrain her date, which was just as well.  Cookie teased
him with her fingers, stroked his cheek.  Then she touched the thrusting
lump of his hard-on through his pants.  She measured it casually.  The big
youth leaned toward her, trying to pull away from Jan.  Cookie put her hand
on his chest and pushed him away.

   Casually turning her back on him, dismissing him as inconsequential, she
walked toward Pete.  Pete was grinning tautly.  But he made no move toward
her.  She went up to him, kissed him softy, then reached down and teased
his fly open.  After prying his cock free of his pants, she brushed it with
her fingertips, then left it bobbing gently in the breeze.

   She continued her tour of the party.  Everyone seemed to understand her
rule: look but don't touch.  She stopped at each boy and kissed him gently,
and sometimes touched or freed his cock.  When they tried to touch her, she
twisted away from them.
Until she got to Mike.  She wasn't sure why she had settled on him.  He
was clumsy and awkward-maybe it was sympathy.  But the motive didn't
matter. She curled her arms around his neck and kissed him, pressing the
full length of her slender, naked body against him.  He flapped his arms
stupidly for a moment, and then wrapped them around her.  Spreading her
thighs, she pressed her crotch against one of his stocky legs, scrubbing

her moist pussy on his pants.

   Then she backed away from him and stripped him.  As she knelt and helped
him out of his pants, he just stood there agreeably, making no move to help
her.  His cock thrust out at her face.  Gripping it in her fingers, she
licked his towering organ.  She took the rounded head in her mouth and
bathed it with her tongue.  Then she pushed forward, thrusting his erect
cock toward the back of her mouth.

   The tone of the party had changed completely.  It was as if the guest of
honor had lifted his fork.  Couples were pairing off and clothes were being
shed.

   All Cookie cared about was that Charlie was watching her.  He was
watching as she sucked cock with practiced skill.  Cookie was nude at the
feet of a naked boy, and she was sucking his cock.  It was a total,
absolute, brutal denial of her alleged innocence, of everything Charlie had
thought she was.

   "Lie down on your back, Mike," she ordered.  That was why she had chosen
Mike for this, she realized.  He was so easily manipulated.

   Obediently, the pudgy teenager stretched out on his back on the grass.
Cookie straddled his head and leaned forward and continued sucking his
cock. Her pussy was over his face.  Deliberately, she lowered it onto his
mouth.  She felt his tongue drive up into her cunt, and rammed her head
down on his cock.  She sucked his tower carefully, building his excitement,
wary of triggering a premature orgasm.

   His mouth on her cunt built her own lust, until her cunt was streaming
juice onto his face.  Since Mike's feet were pointed toward Charlie, she
knew her brother was getting a full view of her cocksucking.

   Lifting her head, she showed Charlie her spit-shiny chin, her wet,
abused lips.  Then she lifted her crotch off Mike's face and eased her way
down his blocky torso.

   Facing Mike's feet, and Charlie, she set the head of Mike's spit-slicked
cock at the gate of her vagina.  She eased herself down on his phallus,
driving it slowly up into her oozing cunt

   Charlie wasn't fighting Ginny and Polly any longer.  He was watching
Cookie get fucked, or rather, fuck herself.  He was being slowly stripped
by Polly and Ginny, but it didn't distract him.  His hot attention was
entirely on his sister.

   The sight of Cookie flitting confidently from boy to boy, kissing them
and fondling their cocks, had driven Charlie nearly nuts.  Cookie looked
even more sexy and beautiful naked than he remembered from the times she
had displayed herself to him.

   When Cookie had stripped Mike and then begun sucking his cock, Charlie
had stood there, hot lust boiling through his body, unable to move.  The
sight of his sister's sweet, innocent lips wrapped around Mike's thick
blocky cock was too much.  All that existed was his incredible blazing
lust-lust for his own sister.

   Mike's cock slid in and out of Cookie's sucking lips.  She pushed her
head forward until fully half the pale veined shaft was in her mouth.  The
pink, bulbous head had to be ramming the back of her throat.  It wasn't as
complete and dramatic a fellation as Ginny had performed, but it was still
damned erotic.  And it was all Cookie's idea.  Mike was just standing there
like an asshole, taking it.

   Or maybe Mike wasn't an asshole after all.  He was the one getting his
cock sucked.  Charlie began to curse himself for a fool as he watched his
sister's lust being graphically displayed.

   Charlie was dimly aware that he was being undressed.  Cookie made Mike
stretch out on the ground, then proceeded to make him eat her cunt and spit
her face on his cock at the same time.  And she did it so Charlie could see
exactly what she was doing.  He could see the pale skin of Mike's prick
push and tug with every downward stroke of Cookie's head.  Charlie could
see how she held the monster, stubby phallus daintily, steadying it in an
upright position.  He could see how her nose pushed close to Mike's groin
with every thrust of her face, and he could see the fingers of her other
hand playing gently with Mike's heavy testicles.

   Then she spat out Mike's prick.  It glittered with her saliva.  She
crawled down Mike's torso, and showed how her cunt was dripping with
excitement.  She positioned herself over Mike's cock, set the head of it in
her pink cunt, and proceeded to spike herself on it with very obvious glee.


   Charlie thought he was going to go mad from watching her fuck herself on
Mike's sturdy tower.  Charlie could see exactly how Mike's stocky phallus
thrust into his sister's sweet, tight pussy.

   Cookie was playing with her own breasts, arching her nude torso as she
rose and fell on Mike's phallus.  Her face was flushed with pleasure as she
mashed her boobs hard against her chest and fucked herself up and down on
Mike's penis.

   Charlie was naked.  Ginny and Polly were stripping themselves now. 
Then, naked, they took his hands, and pressed them into their steaming
naked pussies and cuddled his arms against their breasts.

   Charlie's eyes were riveted on his sister.  She was slowly arching
farther and farther back.  Mike's cock was being bent back too as the angle
of her cunt changed.  Her position was letting Charlie see more and more
intimately just how Mike's cock fit into her pussy.  Charlie could see how
her pink tissues were held open by the heavy bulk of Mike's brutal phallus.
Then Cookie was reaching down, pulling her labia farther open as her body
arched back even more sharply.  Then she was on her back, on Mike, her legs
bent under her, on either side of him.  She was massaging the shining pearl
of her clit as she worked her hips, squirming Mike's cock in her guts.

   Mike was wrapping his arms around her torso, mashing his thick hands
down on Cookie's little breasts.  His hips trembled and heaved as he tried
to piston his cock in Cookie's backward-bent cunt His pale cock oozed in
and out of her sucking channel.

   Charlie was out of his skull at this graphic proof of Cookie's sexual
experience and prowess.  He let himself be hauled down to the ground,
tearing his eyes off his sister only when a hot, hairy crotch was suddenly
thrust against his mouth.  He was overwhelmed with Polly's hot odors.

   * * *

   Cookie was cumming.  Her body was stretched painfully by her backward
arch.  Her ass was pinched tight against Mike's lower belly, and the
muscles on the tops of her thighs ached.  But the angle of Mike's cock in
her cunt was exquisite.  The head and dorsal surface of his thick organ
were grinding against the foreword part of her vagina.  She crushed her
clit back against her pubic bone as she felt his cock grinding into her
vagina wall.  The sun was burning down on her naked body, the slight breeze
was drying the juices pouring out around Mike's phallus.  Mike's hands were
pulping her tender breasts against her ribs, turning her nipples into knots
of flame.

   Mike had to be getting one hell of a fuck.  The sensitive under surface
of his cock was getting terrific stimulation as it was stroked by her
vaginal wall.  He was heaving his hips up as he screwed his cock in and out
of her.  His moves were coming faster and harder every minute.  His prick
threatened to whip free of her pussy he was thrusting so violently.

   Then he was cumming.  She could feel his prick convulsing, feel thick
gouts of sperm jetting into her, spurting against her cunt wall.

   Writhing, she struggled to attain her own orgasm, and succeeded, only to
feel his phallus whip free of her cunt.  It was too late to recapture his
still spurting tool in her hot hole.  Desperately, she clasped his jetting
organ with her hands and felt his thick semen spatter her hands, spray over
her stretched belly and sting her sun-baked skin.

   * * *

   Just as Cookie climaxed, Charlie managed to battle free of Polly's
pussy. He saw Mike's creamy cum spatter his sister's belly and
golden-fuzzed pussy.  He saw the thick wet pearly globs spurt all over her
dainty hands, saw her rub the thick goo into her pubic bush and glistening
pink folds.  He saw, too, the quivering convulsions of Cookie's thighs.  He
could see the pulsing of her empty, spasming vagina as she came.

   Then his face was being covered with Polly's brown-fuzzed pussy again.
Pressing his nose into her, he bored his tongue into her hot, steamy folds.
Someone, probably Ginny, began sucking his cock as he ate Polly's pussy.

   He bored his tongue into Polly's vagina, reaming her out.  His nose was
grinding against her pubic arch as he pressed his tongue deep into her
steaming cunt.  His jaw was jammed under her crotch, pushing against her
perineal region, grinding her anus.  His head tipped back at an agonizing
angle, he devoured Polly's crotch.

   He was on a lounge, leaning against the upraised back.  Polly was
kneeling over him, pushing her crotch down on his face.  He opened his
eyes, and looked up along her torso, at her softly rounded breasts, at
their light pink tips.  Polly was peering down between her boobs.  Her eyes
met his.  Her sweet face was shining with perspiration, her lips working as
she urged him on.  She was stretching her labia open with the fingers of
both hands, so he could stimulate her better.

   Working his mouth upward, smearing his cheeks with Polly's copious
juices, Charlie located her clitoris.  It was long and hungry and anxious.
He sucked it in between his lips and mangled the tip of it with his tongue.
He felt streams of cum pouring over his tongue.  He felt streams of cum
pouring over his chin as he sucked her mini-penis, drove her to a searing
cumming.

   Ginny's mouth left his cock, left it aching and burning with blazing
hunger.  He felt her shifting up farther, and then the head of his cock
nestled into her hot crater.  She lowered herself, and he felt his cock
being swallowed up by her tight clinging cunt.  Her ass settled down on his
hips.  He was as far into her as he could go.

   Ginny's hands appeared, reached around Polly and clamped down on Polly's
soft round breasts.  Ginny began to piston up and down on Charlie's cock,
setting his nerves blazing with the friction.  She was mangling Polly's
tits with her lean, tan, hard fingers, as she screwed herself on Charlie's
cock.

   Polly responded to the stimulation of her breasts by squirming her
fountaining pussy on Charlie's working, sucking mouth.  He was suffocating
in her thick, wet, juicy folds.  He by mistake sucked some of her thick
oozings into his nose and had to blow them out into her sticky muff. 
Polly's thrashing was jerking his mouth between her vaginal hole and her
clitoris.  His tongue rasped from hole to bud, rasped past her urethra. 
When Polly misjudged he was presented from time to time with the hard, dry
ridge between her vagina and her anus, and on occasion his tongue ripped
over that puckered bud.

   Charlie didn't care.  The cum in his guts felt like a volcano of lava
impatient to be released.  His glands poured a titanic flood of cum into
Ginny's tight pussy.  She was bouncing up and down on him with desperate
urgency, leaning forward and hugging herself tight to Polly's back and
smashing Polly's soft breasts flat against her ribs.

   Polly was cumming in a torrent that threatened to drown him.  The heavy
flood pouring into his mouth, and the searing stimulation of Ginny's cunt
around his cock, brought him off with a rush.  His hips heaved, his groin
convulsed, and blazing wads of cum spurted up into Ginny's vagina.  She
began to orgasm, her vaginal walls pulsing around his prick as it jetted
its load into her.  Thick waves of cum pressured out around his phallus and
formed a thick, gooey paste between his groin and Ginny's.  His face was
stick and sticky, soaked with Polly's copious flow.

   The three of them coalesced into a single seething knot of orgasming
flesh.  And in Charlie's pleasure-fogged brain was the tantalizing vision
of his little sister, spiked on Mike Wright's blood-bloated spouting
phallus.

   The searing need in Charlie's guts was hardly dented by the three-way
orgasm.  The incestuous desire he had for Cookie was still irresistible.

   * * *

   Cookie slowly became aware of the burning sun, the crackling, itchy
feeling of dried cum on her stomach, and the eternal, gnawing hunger that
had dominated her existence for as long as she could remember.  She rolled
off Mike, onto the grass, and sat up.  Her head was spinning.

   The party was in full swing now.  In groups of two or more, bodies
writhed in a variety of carnal tangles.  Pale and tan flesh gleamed in the
bright sun.  Buttocks quivered and humped, hands groped over bare skin,
into sweaty crevices, over stiff prods.  Mouths met and sucked, chewed at
hairy crotches, at rigid meat.  Cocks pistoned in sucking holes with wet,
sticky, slapping noises.

   It was beyond Cookie's wildest imaginings, this incredible orgy of
teenage bodies.  There seemed to, be no variation that was not being tried.
She was amazed to see two boys together.  Then she wondered why that should
startle her, considering what she and Ginny had done the week before.

   She saw Pete Sanders with a buxom redhead she knew only vaguely.  Pete
was on his knees between the girl's fleshy white thighs, his face buried in
her red-bushed snatch.  His hands were kneading her buttocks as he munched
on her crotch.  His lips were working in her juicy folds.  It puzzled
Cookie that Pete seemed to be content to eat without being eaten.  Then he
eased around, lifted his slender leg over the redhead's face.  Bending his
cock down with one hand, he rammed it into her open mouth.  Her lips closed
around his hot shaft and her jaw and throat began working convulsively on
the knob.

   Her lust rising, Cookie turned away, her eyes searching for the one
person she really wanted.

   She found Charlie at last.  He was lying on his back between Ginny and
Polly.  The three of them appeared to be totally sated.  Charlie was on his
back.  His cock was sagging loosely over one hairy thigh.  He was breathing
steadily and deeply, almost as if he was asleep.  Polly was half on top of
him.  Ginny was on his other side, on her back.  Her slender body was
shining with sweat, her pointy tits were still tense with lust.

   Then some new boy was kneeling between Ginny's slender thighs, aiming
his scrawny, stiff prick into her straight-haired cunt.  He plowed his
phallus between her bulging labia.  She spread her thighs wider and dragged
him against her.

   Another guy approached Polly.  She turned and took his cock deep into
her mouth.  Her lips were stretched wide by his blocky phallus.  The
foreskin peeled back as she accepted his thrust.  She pried her hands under
his ass and shoved her fingers deep into his crack.

   Cookie headed across the lawn toward her brother who was now alone,
still on his back in the sun.  Cautiously, as if she was stalking a timid
animal, Cookie moved over him, straddled his legs, and slowly slid up them
until her face was even with his cock.

   He hadn't moved.

   Very, very carefully, Cookie lifted his limp, crusty prick.  She studied
it, loving its pale grace, the soft purple acorn shape of the glands.  The
ring-like scar of his circumcision fascinated her.  Just above it was a
shallow groove, then the glands.  The slit at the tip opened when she
squeezed the sides of his cock.  The little slit became a shallow, shining
crater.  It looked a little like a fish's mouth as it gaped up at her.

   If Charlie felt her studying his limp penis, he gave no sign of it. 
Carefully, lovingly, she continued.

   The shaft was soft and stubby.  The skin covering it formed loose folds
it was so shriveled.  Faint blue veins ribbed the shaft, and a delicate
tracery of capillaries was visible just below the surface.

   It was all crusty with semen and cum.  It was just begging to be bathed.


   Gently, Cookie began to lick her brother's cock clean.  In a labor of
love, she swept her tongue up from the base, up over the yielding cap. 
Turning his prick gently, she cleaned it thoroughly.

   His prick was not so small any longer.  It was growing, very, very, very
slowly.  Taking it into her mouth, she sucked on it, drew blood into it.

   * * *

   Charlie felt his phallus swelling slowly in the gently sucking mouth. 
He knew who he wanted to have sucking his cock.  He didn't lift his head to
look, afraid of being disappointed.  Why should Cookie want him after the
way he had rejected her so many times?  Anyway, she had just gotten her
fill.  It could be any one of a dozen different girls at the party.

   But he wanted it to be his sister.  His cock was almost hard now. 
Whoever was sucking him sure as hell knew what they were doing.  He tried
to picture Cookie doing it to him, substituting his cock for Mike's in the
scene from a few minutes ago.  The vision sent a fresh gush of blood into
his phallus, swelling it against the massaging lips, wedging it deeper into
the sucking mouth.  Small, firm, warm breasts were brushing his thighs,
slim shaved legs were touching his hairy ones.  Gentle fingers were
fondling his balls, cupping and warming the egg-shaped glands.

   It could have been anyone, but he still hoped desperately it was Cookie.


   Lifting his head, he glanced down, then let his head fall back weakly
with a sigh of relief and ecstasy.  The blonde head bobbing up and down on
his prick could only belong to Cookie.  The hair was tousled, the yellow
bow in it half undone and bedraggled.

   Reaching down, he untied the ribbon and tossed it aside.  Then he
stroked Cookie's head tenderly and she sucked his cock.

   * * *

   Right then Cookie knew that Charlie knew it was she.  She redoubled her
efforts, taking more and more of his heavy meat into her mouth, taking it
clear to the back of her throat.  She pressed her tongue against the dorsal
vein and drew a hot, salty wave of fluid into her mouth.  The taste of her
brother's secretions increased her desire and determination to suck him.

   Charlie shook his head.  This wasn't the way he wanted it, not the first
time.  He didn't want to pour a stream of semen down Cookie's gulping
throat.  He wanted to shoot it into that beautiful golden twat of hers.  He
gripped the sides of her head and lifted her off his cock.  Gently, without
looking down, he pulled her up.

   She slid her body up along his with the grace and sinuosity of an eel.
Her soft breasts and hard nipples scrubbed along his chest, and then her
lips were nibbling on the side of his neck.  His cock was up between her
warm thighs, the head of it between her hot, sticky labia.

   She eased downward, and his cock found her vagina with no help at all.
It was as if it was made to plumb her depths.  It bored up into her hot,
clinging vagina as his lips met hers in a sucking hungry kiss.

   She began to rock, slowly, sliding her slender, young body up and down
his strong torso.  His cock eased in and out of her pussy.  The velvet
walls of her vagina rubbed his cock nerves to a blazing pitch.

   * * *

   Cookie felt her breasts twisting and tugging as she moved up and down
Charlie's chest.  Her clit was being rolled between them.  The little
nerve-bud was being twisted and ground into a gritty paste of pure pleasure
between her pubic arch and his.

   Her brother's cock slid in and out of her vagina, thrust at the end of
her channel, then drew out again.  It was like a frustrated animal in a
dead-end tunnel, butting and butting and butting against her in a futile
attempt to dig deeper.

   She wished she were bigger.  She wished that tower of flesh could run
right up through the center of her body and form a hot, powerful, hard
second spine in her.  She tightened the walls of her vagina around his
tower in a tight embrace.

   The delicious feeling of anticipation was building deep in her body.  It
grew and grew, and burst over her with the power of a thousand Niagara
Falls.  Her vagina spasming around her brother's spurting tower, she came.
   THE END of Book I