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,
