and vaginal secretions off it
Blood began to pool in the shaft making it slowly swell in Ginny's grasp. The sated nerves in his penis began to come to life as they relayed the sensation of Ginny's tongue rasping against them.
'Now we're getting somewhere,' Ginny purred, still licking and licking and licking his swelling cock. Opening her mouth, she slipped his growing tool between her lips and sucked on it as she pulled her head slowly away. The pressure of her velvety tongue on the dorsal surface seemed actually to draw blood into his phallus.
Pushing her head forward, rocking on the point of her elbow, Ginny took his cock farther into her mouth. Closing her lips around it, she pulled back, sucking as she did, scrubbing the underside with her tongue.
Then Charlie's cock grew so rigid she was forced to hold it down, to aim it at her face like a cannon muzzle. No longer propping her chin on her hand, she used her fingers to lift and tease Charlie's balls. She tickled up behind his scrotum, sending a fiery itch ripping through his crotch.
Her head tipped so she could take his phallus, she leaned slowly forward and drove his prick into her mouth again. This time, her lips closed around it on the way in, and her tongue pressed against the underside. She had her mouth and throat in line, like a sword swallower, and she took his cock deeper, and deeper, and deeper into her. She took it until he felt her soft palate against his glands. She took it until it was actually burrowing down her throat. She was frowning with concentration as her lips were distended by the brutal bulk of his cock. Her nostrils flared as she tried to inhale. His cock head was corking her throat so she couldn't possibly breathe. She worked her lips as if she were drawing in a monster string of spaghetti, and got his cock in a fraction of an inch further. Then, suffocating, she had to stop. She drew back and he felt her throat pulling closed behind his cock-head as she withdrew. She sucked in a huge breath and he felt cool air swirling around his glands. She waited, his cock on the back of her tongue, and breathed deeply a few times, then sucked in a huge lungful and held it.
Charlie held his breath, too, and stared down at the girl spitted on his phallus. He knew what Ginny was trying to do. It was a pornographic circus act. She was trying to ingest the entire length of his phallus!
Dimly, Charlie was aware that Polly was watching the action closely, her fingers clutching the crushed remnants of her paper cup. Her mouth was open, as if she had a cock between her lips.
Ginny was rolling forward over his phallus again. Quickly and easily, she managed almost as far as she had gotten the last time. Then she jerked forward a half an inch more, paused, then gained another half an inch. Charlie felt his cock squeezing down her gullet. His hands braced behind him, he was trembling, vibrating with ecstasy.
Ginny lurched forward farther. Her lips were working around the glutting mass of his phallus. The first wisps of his pubic bush were tickling her nose. She gained another half-inch, then a quarter-inch more. Barely half an inch of phallus remained between her working lips and Charlie's body.
He found himself tensing as he mentally urged her on. He was so wrapped up in the sight of nearly all his cock going into her mouth, he was only faintly aware of the feel of her throat squeezing his glands. He didn't even notice the discomfort of having his cock forcibly bent downward.
After one last short pause, Ginny shoved forward, and the last fraction of an inch of Charlie's pale, veined tower vanished into her mouth. Triumphant as a mountaineer planting his flag at the summit, she worked her lips against his body. It was as if she wanted to prove to herself that she had actually done it. Her nose was buried in his scratchy bush.
Then she fell back away from him. His cock slid out of her throat, out of her mouth, and lurched up, spraying her face with her own saliva as it whipped free.
'Now,' she gasped. Pushing forward, she forced him down on his back. Straddling him with frantic haste, she set the head of his cock between her protruding labia and dropped down on it, cramming it up into her tight vagina. Her slender body writhing uninhibitedly, she screwed herself on Charlie's phallus with total abandon. As she bounced her hips up and down, she swung them in a wild circle that made his cock flail around in her clinging hole. Her face was a twisted mask of pure lust as her head lolled on her shoulders.
Suddenly, Polly was stepping over Charlie, straddling him. The soft delectable girl was presenting her brown- fuzzed pussy to Ginny, thrusting her hips forward. Polly planted her cunt on Ginny's face as Ginny bounced and fucked herself on Charlie's cock. Grabbing Ginny's head, Polly almost forced the girl to eat her pussy. But Ginny didn't seem to mind. From below, Charlie could see Ginny's mouth working hungrily in Polly's snatch. He could see the thick, glistening waves of fluid streaming from Polly's juicy folds. He could see her anus pinking and darkening, pinking and darkening as her muscles convulsed spasmodically from her orgasm.
Ginny was cumming too, her vagina clenching around his phallus. Charlie felt his semen spurting hotly into her eager hole. Thick gouts of jism spurted into her convulsing body. Hot drops of cum spattered down on his chest and stomach from Polly's fountaining pussy. The three-way carnal pyramid held for a long, aching, ecstatic, sun- baked eternity, and then slowly fell into ruin as the orgasm welding the three of them together faded.
It was a long time before any of them could speak. Sharing a cup of lemonade, they sat there totally sated.
'What does Cookie think of your sexual abilities?' Ginny asked.
Charlie was shaken by the mention of his sister. 'She doesn't know about them.'
'Shoot, I thought you would have had her a long time ago,' Ginny snorted. 'God, my brother sure as hell educated me.'
'Cookie's different,' Charlie said angrily. 'She's still a virgin.'
Ginny stared at him in amazement, then burst into peals of laughter. 'You have got to be kidding,' she gasped. 'Do you really think she's a virgin?'
'I'm sure of it,' Charlie snapped.
'Easy, Chuck,' Polly soothed. 'I wouldn't be so sure if I were you.'
Charlie looked from one girl to the other. He started to argue, then slammed his mouth closed and lurched up and away from them. Grabbing up his clothes, he fled, dressing quickly and awkwardly as he staggered through the house and away.
It couldn't be, couldn't be, couldn't be. But God, why not? Ginny was the same age. Why shouldn't Cookie have lost her virginity a long time ago?
He kept seeing Cookie on her bed the way she had been that day. The vision burned straight to the core of his soul and left him in ruins.
He wanted her more than ever, now. But, God, how could he, how could he? His own sister!
CHAPTER VIII
Cookie heard Pete close the front door behind her. She stripped the simple shift dress she was wearing up over her head and off. It was the only thing she had put on after her stupid brother had run out on her again.
Feeling the cool air touch her body as intimately as Pete's appreciative eyes, she walked across to the couch and sat down. 'Anyone here besides you?'
'No.'
'Good. Then fuck me,' Cookie ordered, lying on her back, swinging one leg to the back of the couch, letting the other trail down to the floor. She felt chill air cut into her sticky pussy as she assumed the gaping pose.
She saw the hot interest on Pete's face, and the shifting bulge in his pants. As he studied her, she clung to his carnal interest as if it were a life line. Her ego had taken a powerful beating at Charlie's hands. Every time she made any move in his direction, he ran from her as if she had the plague. Today, when their parents went out shopping, she had stripped, and walked into his room, naked. It hadn't worked. Muttering some shit about a ball game, he had brushed past her and fled.
But Pete wanted her. The wiry, handsome, black-haired youth was stripping his tee shirt up off his torso. Tossing it away, he unbuckled his wide belt, then shoved his jeans down and kicked free of them and his loafers at the same time. His jockey shorts were almost bursting from the steel-hard thrust of his long, slender prick.
His tower of meat was evidence of her desirability. So long as she could give a man a hard-on like that, her ego was safe.
She had given someone else a hard-on today. Actually, she had probably given two other people hard-ons. Charlie had skipped out before she could be sure. Just after Charlie had left, Cookie had run into her father. Back to
