Ginny clutched Polly's buttocks hard, then pushed her fingers down into the crack. She sought blindly along the floor of the sweat, spit, and cum-slicked valley and found the puckered dimple of Polly's anus. She twisted her finger into Polly's asshole, thrusting into the tight ring of muscle, curling her other fingers into a fist that crammed into the bottom of Polly's crack.
Polly's ass clenched, and her hips heaved upward into Ginny's face. Polly's thighs slammed closed on Ginny's ears, flapped open and slammed closed again as she frantically ground her pussy against Ginny's face. She was cumming with the force of a tidal wave from Ginny's skillful finger-buggering and cunt-eating. And, from the way Ginny's lean body was writhing and her pelvis working, the slender girl was cumming, too, cumming straight into Polly's sucking mouth.
Charlie's cock drooled its burning frustration into the grass as he watched the two girls' seemingly endless orgasms. He battled desperately to keep from pumping his cock to a spurting eruption, clinging desperately to the hope that he'd get a crack at one or the other of the girls soon.
It was centuries before there seemed to be any real hope for him. It came slowly, so slowly he wasn't even sure. But the convulsions and writhings were fading. Ginny's wiry body was relaxing, and Polly's grip on Ginny's ass was easing gradually. Then Ginny drew her finger out of Polly's butt and lifted her face clear of Polly's pussy. Her nose, cheeks, and chin shining with Polly's cum, Ginny sucked in great gouts of air as she rested her head on Polly's stomach.
Then, in response to Polly's pushing, Ginny rolled over and sprawled bonelessly on her back. Her black thatched pussy gaped at the blue sky, her glistening, blushing inner labia protruding from between her heavy outer lips.
Charlie had little interest in Ginny. It was Polly he wanted now. She was on her back in front of him, her legs spread wide, her pussy sopping with cum and spit He threw himself between her thighs, and felt her jerk with surprise as he came down on her. Her eyes opened. They were dazed and foggy. Then they focused, and her cum- smeared lips moved.
'Yes,' she hissed softly. 'Oh, God, yes!'
Charlie wasn't waiting for an invitation or her approval. He blasted his prick into her guts. If the girl under him hadn't already been so turned on by her Lesbian encounter, it would have been a case of brutal, painful rape. But, as it was, her pussy was sopping, drenched with endless waves of cum, and his prick slid into her as if it had been greased. His hips hammered against her pubic arch and his cock shivered with pleasure at being totally, suddenly, completely enfolded in a hot wet, living sheath.
He paused for a moment to let the initial quiverings of his already over stimulated prick fade away. He felt Polly's vagina spasming around his phallus almost as if she were cumming. But he didn't really care what she was doing. He had a hot flood of cum that was waiting impatiently to blister down the length of his aching cock.
He drew back and rammed his prick into her again and again. His pelvis working wildly, he rammed against her with total disregard of her pleasure, seeking only his own explosive release. The walls of her vagina hissed past his prick, searing his nerve endings, sending fiery messages to his glands, his muscles, his brain. Heaving his whole body forward, he shifted his angle of attack so the head of his phallus bored hard into the underside of her vagina. His cock twisted and flexed upward with every inward thrust. It built the pressure against the nerve knot on the underside of his tower until his whole body was ablaze with pleasure. He felt his balls knotting up against his cock. He felt a preliminary hot drop of semen creep the length of his penis, a hesitant trickle of burning pleasure that marked the point-of-no-return for him.
With a last powerful thrust of his hips he socketed his phallus full-depth in Polly's vagina and clung desperately to her as he was rocked with a gut-wrenching orgasm. Every muscle in his body pulled tight as he poured his thick load of cum into her belly. His ass clenched with every explosive burst of semen from his balls.
When it was all over, he was limp and exhausted. He lifted his head, suddenly aware that he had his cheek in the juices left on Polly's face by Ginny's cunt. He licked his lips, savoring the mingled saliva and cum. Then he looked wearily over at the skinny, younger girl. Ginny, still nude, was sitting on the grass facing Mm. Her knees bent, her feet spread, one arm resting on her knee, she was sipping lemonade from a paper cup.
'Thirsty,' Polly croaked weakly.
'Well, I beat you to the lemonade,' Ginny announced.
As they all sat there drinking lemonade, Charlie tried to sort out what had happened. He had been looking forward to a shot at Polly when he had come over. But it seemed nothing ever was the way he expected it to be anymore.
'You, too, huh?' he asked Ginny.
'Me, too, what?' she responded.
'You're a-uh-sex nut, too?'
'Shit, who isn't?'
Charlie shrugged, staring thoughtfully down at himself. His penis sagged sadly against his thigh. 'Not too many I can think of,' he acknowledged.
'You're learning, Chuck,' Polly told him.
'Chuck?' he asked.
'You can't call anyone who can ball like you can 'Charlie', can you?'
'Don't see why not'
'Rhymes with fuck,' Ginny pointed out cheerily.
'Girls your age aren't supposed to know words like that,' Polly teased.
'Not supposed to know words like shit, and asshole, and cock, either,' Ginny noted. 'And speaking of cocks, you've got a nice one, Chuck.'
Charlie felt a bit self-conscious about her dispassionate compliment to what he had long thought of as a taboo body part. 'Uh, thanks,' he answered.
'Knows how to use it, too,' Polly said.
'Looked kind of quick and heavy to me,' Ginny replied. 'I mean, it didn't seem to show any staying power at all.'
'Well, what the hell do you expect after I had to stand around and watch you two?' Charlie said defensively.
'He's got staying power,' Polly assured Ginny.
'I'd like to see that,' said. 'As a matter of fact, I'd like to feel it.'
'Not right now,' Charlie pleaded. 'I'm all used up.'
'If you're half the man Polly claims you are, that can't be true,' Ginny sniffed.
Charlie straightened his legs out in front of him and waved his limp penis. It looked like a stubby, pale worm. 'So, look.'
'Does look pretty pitiful,' Ginny acknowledged.
'Looks to me like maybe it needs a kiss,' Polly teased.
Charlie's guts began to knot. He willed his cock to remain limp, wanting to play out the charade that he saw developing.
'I'll bet you're right,' Ginny agreed. 'A little mouth to prick resuscitation is required, I think.' She tossed her paper cup casually to one side and got to her knees.
Charlie felt a momentary qualm as Ginny knelt between his outstretched legs. He had remembered that this slender, tanned, nude girl was exactly the same age as his little sister. But his lust, and the memory of what Ginny had done with Polly overcame his reservations. He wasn't corrupting some innocent youngster. Ginny was probably more experienced than he was.
Propping herself on one elbow, Ginny rested her chin on her hand, and played with his limp penis with the other. Her straight black hair framed her slender, tan, high cheek boned face. Her lips were pursed as she fiddled thoughtfully with his flaccid prick.
Holding it gingerly between two fingers, she bent forward. Her tongue speared out to touch the purple cap of his circumcised organ. 'Mmmm, tastes like you, Polly,' Ginny reported. 'And Charlie, too, of course. You're all crusty and scratchy with cum.'
'Not surprising,' Charlie answered, trying desperately to act casually as he studied the girl holding his cock.
'Have to wash you all off,' Ginny said. 'Tastes yummy.' She began to lick his prick, washing the dried semen
