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
