Cookie slowly became aware of the burning sun, the crackling, itchy feeling of dried cum on her stomach, and the eternal, gnawing hunger that had dominated her existence for as long as she could remember. She rolled off Mike, onto the grass, and sat up. Her head was spinning.
The party was in full swing now. In groups of two or more, bodies writhed in a variety of carnal tangles. Pale and tan flesh gleamed in the bright sun. Buttocks quivered and humped, hands groped over bare skin, into sweaty crevices, over stiff prods. Mouths met and sucked, chewed at hairy crotches, at rigid meat. Cocks pistoned in sucking holes with wet, sticky, slapping noises.
It was beyond Cookie's wildest imaginings, this incredible orgy of teenage bodies. There seemed to, be no variation that was not being tried. She was amazed to see two boys together. Then she wondered why that should startle her, considering what she and Ginny had done the week before.
She saw Pete Sanders with a buxom redhead she knew only vaguely. Pete was on his knees between the girl's fleshy white thighs, his face buried in her red-bushed snatch. His hands were kneading her buttocks as he munched on her crotch. His lips were working in her juicy folds. It puzzled Cookie that Pete seemed to be content to eat without being eaten. Then he eased around, lifted his slender leg over the redhead's face. Bending his cock down with one hand, he rammed it into her open mouth. Her lips closed around his hot shaft and her jaw and throat began working convulsively on the knob.
Her lust rising, Cookie turned away, her eyes searching for the one person she really wanted.
She found Charlie at last. He was lying on his back between Ginny and Polly. The three of them appeared to be totally sated. Charlie was on his back. His cock was sagging loosely over one hairy thigh. He was breathing steadily and deeply, almost as if he was asleep. Polly was half on top of him. Ginny was on his other side, on her back. Her slender body was shining with sweat, her pointy tits were still tense with lust.
Then some new boy was kneeling between Ginny's slender thighs, aiming his scrawny, stiff prick into her straight-haired cunt. He plowed his phallus between her bulging labia. She spread her thighs wider and dragged him against her.
Another guy approached Polly. She turned and took his cock deep into her mouth. Her lips were stretched wide by his blocky phallus. The foreskin peeled back as she accepted his thrust. She pried her hands under his ass and shoved her fingers deep into his crack.
Cookie headed across the lawn toward her brother who was now alone, still on his back in the sun. Cautiously, as if she was stalking a timid animal, Cookie moved over him, straddled his legs, and slowly slid up them until her face was even with his cock.
He hadn't moved.
Very, very carefully, Cookie lifted his limp, crusty prick. She studied it, loving its pale grace, the soft purple acorn shape of the glands. The ring-like scar of his circumcision fascinated her. Just above it was a shallow groove, then the glands. The slit at the tip opened when she squeezed the sides of his cock. The little slit became a shallow, shining crater. It looked a little like a fish's mouth as it gaped up at her.
If Charlie felt her studying his limp penis, he gave no sign of it. Carefully, lovingly, she continued.
The shaft was soft and stubby. The skin covering it formed loose folds it was so shriveled. Faint blue veins ribbed the shaft, and a delicate tracery of capillaries was visible just below the surface.
It was all crusty with semen and cum. It was just begging to be bathed.
Gently, Cookie began to lick her brother's cock clean. In a labor of love, she swept her tongue up from the base, up over the yielding cap. Turning his prick gently, she cleaned it thoroughly.
His prick was not so small any longer. It was growing, very, very, very slowly. Taking it into her mouth, she sucked on it, drew blood into it.
Charlie felt his phallus swelling slowly in the gently sucking mouth. He knew who he wanted to have sucking his cock. He didn't lift his head to look, afraid of being disappointed. Why should Cookie want him after the way he had rejected her so many times? Anyway, she had just gotten her fill. It could be any one of a dozen different girls at the party.
But he wanted it to be his sister. His cock was almost hard now. Whoever was sucking him sure as hell knew what they were doing. He tried to picture Cookie doing it to him, substituting his cock for Mike's in the scene from a few minutes ago. The vision sent a fresh gush of blood into his phallus, swelling it against the massaging lips, wedging it deeper into the sucking mouth. Small, firm, warm breasts were brushing his thighs, slim shaved legs were touching his hairy ones. Gentle fingers were fondling his balls, cupping and warming the egg-shaped glands.
It could have been anyone, but he still hoped desperately it was Cookie.
Lifting his head, he glanced down, then let his head fall back weakly with a sigh of relief and ecstasy. The blonde head bobbing up and down on his prick could only belong to Cookie. The hair was tousled, the yellow bow in it half undone and bedraggled.
Reaching down, he untied the ribbon and tossed it aside. Then he stroked Cookie's head tenderly and she sucked his cock.
Right then Cookie knew that Charlie knew it was she. She redoubled her efforts, taking more and more of his heavy meat into her mouth, taking it clear to the back of her throat. She pressed her tongue against the dorsal vein and drew a hot, salty wave of fluid into her mouth. The taste of her brother's secretions increased her desire and determination to suck him.
Charlie shook his head. This wasn't the way he wanted it, not the first time. He didn't want to pour a stream of semen down Cookie's gulping throat. He wanted to shoot it into that beautiful golden twat of hers. He gripped the sides of her head and lifted her off his cock. Gently, without looking down, he pulled her up.
She slid her body up along his with the grace and sinuosity of an eel. Her soft breasts and hard nipples scrubbed along his chest, and then her lips were nibbling on the side of his neck. His cock was up between her warm thighs, the head of it between her hot, sticky labia.
She eased downward, and his cock found her vagina with no help at all. It was as if it was made to plumb her depths. It bored up into her hot, clinging vagina as his lips met hers in a sucking hungry kiss.
She began to rock, slowly, sliding her slender, young body up and down his strong torso. His cock eased in and out of her pussy. The velvet walls of her vagina rubbed his cock nerves to a blazing pitch.
Cookie felt her breasts twisting and tugging as she moved up and down Charlie's chest. Her clit was being rolled between them. The little nerve-bud was being twisted and ground into a gritty paste of pure pleasure between her pubic arch and his.
Her brother's cock slid in and out of her vagina, thrust at the end of her channel, then drew out again. It was like a frustrated animal in a dead-end tunnel, butting and butting and butting against her in a futile attempt to dig deeper.
She wished she were bigger. She wished that tower of flesh could run right up through the center of her body and form a hot, powerful, hard second spine in her. She tightened the walls of her vagina around his tower in a tight embrace.
The delicious feeling of anticipation was building deep in her body. It grew and grew, and burst over her with the power of a thousand Niagara Falls. Her vagina spasming around her brother's spurting tower, she came.
