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.
