The stretchy cotton knot of his underpants covered it, but wasn't strong enough to restrain it. She could pinch it between her fingers now, and get a better idea of its thickness and size. In the faint light reflected down from Mike's face, his underpants were a vague, ghostly patch. Cookie had nothing but her sense of touch with which to study his jutting swollen prick.
She ran her fingers over the rounded head where it dug into his underpants. Curling her fingers around the bulbous bump, she squeezed. She heard Mike gasp, and his finger drove deeper into her pussy, grinding over the hot button of searing pleasure near the top of her slit. His fingertip was at the entrance to her vagina, teasing and tantalizing her there, pressing against her virginal membrane.
Cookie's pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She had never before been touched down there by a boy, had never even touched herself like that. She gripped the hot handle of Mike's cock, stretching the sopping cloth of his underpants against it. Holding a fully erect penis in her fist was another new experience, which increased her lust. She and Mike had never done much necking. But now, her brother showing the way in the front seat, they had passed the point of no return.
A squirming, twisting movement caught Cookie's attention. Jan reappeared, she was panting hard. Her chin gleamed in the light from the screen as if it was wet. She licked her lips, kissed Charlie, and then squirmed around, showing one bare shoulder before disappearing again. Now all that Cookie could see of the other girl was one hand, which was curled possessively around Charlie's neck. Jan's slender fingers were tangling and weaving through the curls on the back of Charlie's head. Then, for a second, Jan's legs flashed above the seat back. It looked as if she were stripping her pants off. Maybe she was completely naked! Cookie found the thought jarringly exciting. She tried to visualize the older girl stretched across the front seat, her torso in Charlie's lap. But Cookie's imagination failed her, and her lust destroyed her ability to concentrate.
The fireball that had been building in her pussy suddenly erupted. She heaved and bucked as muscle-knotting pleasure blazed through her. Unmindful of the flickering light on her bare chest, she let her head roll and her body twist as pleasure seared through her. It was unreal! It was something she had never imagined, this incredible, flesh-burning ecstasy. She fought to spread her legs wider, but her shorts, still around her thighs, hobbled her. Frantically, she shoved them down and kicked free of them. She spread her thighs wide apart, and felt chill air strike her streaming cunt through the thin material of her panties.
She was cumming-that was what was happening! This was what it was all about, this incredible, soul-searing pleasure. The word she and her girl friends had giggled about at pajama party gossip fests suddenly had a blazing reality.
With her blouse spread open, her bra tangled around her neck, and her shorts in a heap somewhere on the floor of the car, Cookie was nearly nude. Her panties were a token barrier, strained by her straddle-legged position and Mike's hand inside them. She didn't care, she didn't care, she didn't care! She wanted this searing pleasure to go on and on, forever, and ever, and ever!
She thought probably it would have, too, if Mike hadn't suddenly, stupidly, driven a finger deep into her vagina. Her ecstasy was instantly replaced by sharp, cutting pain that was a blast of cold water on her lust.
'OW!' she yelled, immediately regretting it. Her brother started to turn his head. Then Jan Peters' tightened her hand on his neck and forced his attention back to her.
Mike either had not heard Cookie's yell, or was ignoring it. He had shoved her hand away from his cock and was frantically wrestling his underpants down. He was making himself naked, and it frightened Cookie more than it excited her. She was suddenly paralyzed with fear.
Mike moved in on her, clutching at her, climbing on her with fumbling impatience. He was clawing at her like an animal. He was trying to rip her panties off her.
Terror obliterated all lingering desire, and increased her strength. She battled him off, heaving at his shoulders, kicking at him, crossing her legs instinctively, defensively.
'No!' she whispered. 'No, Mike. No!'
For a minute, he battled her, panting hoarsely, then swore viciously.
'What do you mean, no?' he demanded sharply.
'Not so loud,' Cookie pleaded. 'I mean N-O, NO.'
'Whattayamean, no?' he screeched. 'Jesus CHRIST!'
'You-you hurt me,' she said lamely. 'And I'm not going to let you-you do me.' She huddled away from him, arms crossed over her breasts, legs crossed and doubled up until she was in almost a fetal position on the seat.
'BITCH!' Mike hissed viciously, moving toward her.
'Sssshhh!' Cookie cautioned, with a quick, meaningful glance at the front seat.
Mike subsided reluctantly, muttering something about 'bodyguard.'
Cookie loosened up a little bit, but remained wary. 'I'm-I'm sorry,' she apologized. 'But, honest, you did hurt me.'
'Cocktease,' Mike said sullenly. 'That's what you are, a fucking cocktease!' He was half doubled over and had his knees drawn up. 'Get me all ready to go, then you say there's no place to go. How the hell do you think that makes me feel?'
'I don't know,' Cookie said honestly, easing over toward him. When he tried to reach for her, she fended him off, gently but firmly. 'No, not that, Mike, please. Honest, you did hurt me. I'm sorry, but I can't do it.'
Mike eyed her suspiciously. 'Tell me, did you cum?'
'I-I think I did. Just before you took your hand away.' She stared down into her dark lap and twisted her hands nervously.
'So you get all the good stuff, and I get a case of blue balls,' Mike sulked.
'Blue balls?'
'Getting me all fired up and then leaving me hanging makes me feel like I've been kicked in the nuts. It isn't fair!'
'But I don't know what to do,' Cookie wailed, stung by his accusation. 'I'm not a cocktease, but I can't let you do me. I don't know what to do.'
Mike swore under his breath. 'Well, give me your hands. They'll be better than nothing.'
Cookie let him take her hands and guide them to his cock. It was bare now, a thrusting tower of living meat. It was only half as erect as it had been. It felt sort of soft and rubbery. It stiffened and grew when she curled her fingers around it.
'It's so big,' she whispered. 'I'm not big enough for it!'
Mike's proud grin did nothing to ease her fear of the monstrous tower in her hands. 'Move your hands up and down it like this,' he instructed, showing her, pushing her hands up and down his phallus.
Cookie bit her lip nervously, fascinated and fearful. The inside of his cock felt as hard as iron. The skin slid over the hard core like a velvet glove.
A soft whimper from the front seat distracted Cookie for a second. Her brother was looking in the direction of Jan's feet. One knee was visible above the back of the seat. Her hand was no longer around the back of his neck, but was clutching at the top of the steering wheel. Her fingers were curling and uncurling in time with her moans.
Suddenly, Cookie realized that her brother was doing to Jan what Mike had already done to her, only more openly and easily. Jan had done him already, and now he was doing her. Jan was on her back, her head in Charlie's lap, while he drove his fingers into her pussy. That must be what they were doing.
The realization brought a surge of desire, a surge that was tinged with jealousy. If Charlie knew all this, why hadn't her taught her some of it? Cookie turned back to Mike, determined to redeem herself and give him as much pleasure as he had given her.
She pumped her hands on his phallus, feeling the skin slip up and down over the hard, rippled column of its core. The ridge along the underside felt a little softer then the top and sides. The tip was rubbery and yielding. There was a groove that separated the head from the shaft. Cookie explored every hot, hard inch of Mike's huge cock, amazed at the softness of the skin and the rigidness of the shaft. She yearned to suck it! His balls were big and full, too, inviting her kiss.
Cookie suddenly remembered a quick glimpse she had caught of her father one time. His cock, thick and short and drooping, had hung down from a thick black bush of hair. Behind it had been a dark lumpy blob.
Cookie explored Mike's crotch, afraid he would object to the intimacy. He didn't. She found his balls, and,
