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
