fascinated, rolled them around in their wrinkled container, weighing and measuring them. Then she slid her hand forward to caress and fondle his penis again.
Something hot and sticky coated her fingers, making them slide along his hot flesh. Instead of being disgusting, it was exciting, evidence that she was making something happen to him.
He directed her again, curled her hand around his huge shaft, bent her fingers around it. Then he moved her hand up and down on his tower. She massaged the head of his penis with her other hand. Then she began to coordinate her moves, to move her fingers up and down over the cap of his prick as she worked the skin up and down the hard, hot shaft of his penis. More fluid slicked her fingers.
'Yeah,' Mike panted softly. 'That's right, that's right. Don't stop, don't stop!'
Cookie energetically pumped and pumped her hands on his phallus. Her bra flipped and snapped, rasping and bumping her bare tits, making them burn. She stared down into the blackness, able to see only a vague gray blur as she pistoned her hands on Mike's penis. She wished desperately she could really see what was happening.
'Faster!' Mike urged.
Biting her lip, sweating, her shoulders aching, Cookie did her best. Squeezing harder, she massaged his phallus, faster and faster and faster. Her hands were coated with his gummy oozings now, and felt slippery and sticky as their body heat dried the thick lubricant.
Every stroke of her hands on his shaft made a gummy, sticky sound, a wet, high-pitched slapping noise unlike anything she had heard before. It was a sound she would never forget. And she would always know what it meant.
There was a smell of sweat and musk that made her mouth water. She inhaled deeply as she masturbated him more and more frantically.
Mike's hips began to jerk and heave in opposition to the pumping of her hands. His hand was on her bare thigh. Then his fingers crept toward her panty-covered crotch and dug into the sodden material there, pressed it against her pussy. She scissored her thighs open and shut and squirmed her hips in an effort to get more stimulation from his touch, remembering the fireball pleasure of her first orgasm, ignoring the dull pain that remained.
She was panting with the effort now as she worked her small hands up and down on Mike's erect organ. Her arms and shoulders were aching with the effort. But she refused to stop. She knew something was going to happen. She knew boys' penises squirted something when they came, and didn't intend to stop until that happened. Though it seemed to be taking forever for Mike to do so. She wondered if she was going to be able to keep it up much longer.
'Yeah, yeah, yeah,' Mike panted. 'Almost, almost, almost. AM, Jesus that's good, Jesus that's good. Go, go, go, go, go.'
His hips bounced and heaved, faster and faster and faster, and then suddenly stopped, jammed up against Cookie's hands. A hand came down around hers, holding her to his prick. She felt it jerk and pump in her grasp, and felt thick, gooey, hot spurts of fluid jet into her fingers where they curled around the cap of his phallus. Glob after glob of thick, scalding fluid spurted from him, burst past the finger covering the slit, spattered her fingers, into her palm, dribbled down over the fingers around the shaft of his organ.
The smell thickened until Cookie could almost taste it. Her hands were bathed in his thick eruption, and her own body was knotted on the brink of a second orgasm. His fingers were digging through her panties into her hot, wet pussy.
The convulsions of the prick in her hands faded gradually to a weak trembling, then died completely. She moved her soaked, sticky ringers on his shaft as it began to shrink. It responded weakly with a few pulsations before withering further, becoming rubbery where it had been hard.
Her pleasure and wonder fading, Cookie sat there, her hands coated with thick, gummy, aromatic semen. Releasing Mike's shriveled penis, she raised them and studied the creamy fluid. Her fingers shone in the flickering light from the screen. She sniffed her fingers, smelled his semen, dragged the essence of it deep into her body, filling herself with the unique aroma. She was Surprised that instead of being disgusted with the gooey mess, it tantalized her, fascinated her, even made her mouth water.
Well, why not? She licked the back of her hand cautiously, where there was a small blob of semen. Instantly, her mouth was suffused with an unfamiliar salty taste. She-liked it, she decided.
She saw Mike studying her wearily, and smiled at him. Mischievously, she reached out to smear some of his own cum on him, but he fended her off. Then, deliberately, feeling raunchy and sexy, she smeared her face with his gooey semen. She coated her cheeks with it, felt it dry to a chilly crust on her. She licked her fingers, cleaning them, knowing he was watching her, knowing instinctively that it excited him as much as it did her.
Then, finished, feeling languid and sexy, she stretched luxuriously. His eyes played over her nearly nude torso. Her small breasts flattened with the stretch. Her pink nipples, still hard and alert just from the cool touch of air against them, were drawn tight. Leaning over against him, she let her body relax in a way it had never relaxed before. 'Okay, now?' she asked softly. She teased his limp, drooping penis with fingers that were much wiser than before.
'Fine,' Mike answered. 'You?'
'Perfect,' she purred. She watched the movie absently, replaying in her mind everything that had just happened. Apparently her brother and Jan had finished their activities. They were both visible now. Charlie's arm was around her, and was reaching clear down in front of her. He's probably cupping one of her breasts in his hand, Cookie thought jealously.
She took one of Mike's hands and guided his arm around her, and placed his palm on her bare breast. It felt good, warm and firm and comforting. But she wished that it was Charlie's hand instead of Mike's. Mike was all right, but he was young, and impatient, and she knew he didn't love her, and that she didn't love him.
She loved Charlie. Since he'd gotten interested in girls, though, he had practically ignored her. Which wasn't fair, because she was a girl, too. She was only a year younger than Jan, after all.
Cookie wished it had been Charlie instead of Mike that she had masturbated. She wondered if she could ever get her brother's attention. As Mike's fingers played lazily with her small breast, she imagined that sparse blonde pubic hair and between her soft, warm, they were Charlie's fingers, and immediately felt a soft warmth growing in her belly. Stealthily, she eased one hand down to her crotch, eased her fingers inside her panties. She probed through the fine twists of her yielding labia. She found the nubbin of nerves that seemed to bring the greatest pleasure and massaged it gently. Her eyes closed, she dreamed of her brother, big, strong, sturdy Charlie, with his handsome, tanned face, his light brown eyes, his soft, curly, light brown hair. She tried, unsuccessfully, to picture him nude, then settled for her memory of him in his tight swimming suit. She dreamed of his hands on her breasts, his hands on her pussy, and her pleasure spared up and up and up.
'You okay?' Mike asked, breaking into her dream.
'I'm fine,' she said sharply, angry that her dream had been interrupted.
She tried to recapture it and failed. The hand on her breast was only an irritation now, and the finger on her clitoris was painful instead of pleasant. The ecstasy was gone. In its place was dull misery, a hollow, empty feeling of loss. Shrugging off Mike's hand, she groped for her shorts and pulled them on, then fastened her bra and buttoned her blouse.
In seconds she was dressed. She was tired and frustrated and aggravated and wanted to go home. But Charlie and Jan were still necking and petting, so she couldn't say anything. Before they left home Charlie'd made her promise not to be a pest. Now, if she wanted to double date again, she had better keep quiet.
She wondered if there was some way she could get Charlie to pay attention to her. As the movie dragged on, she thought of plan after plan. Somehow, some way, she'd get him to notice she was a woman. Somehow.
The sticky sound from the front seat had to be Jan masturbating Charlie, or Charlie masturbating Jan. Probably both, judging by the amount of stupid groaning they were doing. There was a breathless pause, then a bunch of disgusting cleaning-up sounds.
When Jan turned, brazen as could be, and made her crack about enjoying the movie, Cookie's hatred of her grew. Then Mike, stupid idiot, made his comment about 'what movie?' and began yakking about Jan being naked. Infuriated, Cookie wondered what Mike thought Jan was, anyway. Dummy.
It was a relief to be free of Jan and Mike at last. Tumbling into the passenger seat, Cookie settled by the door and glared out into the night. She responded sullenly to Charlie's questions. He didn't really care what happened to her.
