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
