Jan's head appeared around the door. All Charlie could see was her face.
"Come on in. Hurry up," she urged in a loud, theatrical whisper.
"Uh, hi," Charlie stuttered, awkwardly stumbling over the threshold. He caught his balance and turned just as Jan closed the door.
Holy Jesus! His heart slammed to a stop, paused just long enough to make his chest ache and his eyes fog over, then began pounding so hard it bruised his ribs.
She was naked. She was as naked as that night at the drive-in. She stood facing him, her feet apart, her hands on her softly rounded hips. Her conical breasts thrust out at him, her nipples looking like the fuses on an artillery shell. She was all pale skin and black hair, all curves and naked flesh. The patch of hair at her crotch was a jet black trapezoid angling down to between her thighs.
Charlie gulped. His cock rammed out against his pants. It didn't have anywhere near enough room. He felt all weak and hot just looking at Jan's naked body. She wasn't making the slightest effort to hide anything from him. She was as naked as the girls in magazines. Only Jan was alive, was right there in front of him, close enough to touch. His hands itched to run over her naked skin, to press her gorgeous firm breasts and comb through her thick kinky black pubic hair.
"I was taking a sunbath out by the pool," she announced. "Come on out. Do you want a soda or anything?"
"Uh, yeah, a cock, uh cola, or something," he said stupidly. As he followed her, he watched the rolling movement of her firm, round bottom. He studied the play of muscles in her graceful legs, the way her shoulder blades shifted as she swung her arms. She was a graceful symphony of nakedness in motion.
"I've got a cooler of stuff out here," she explained, leading the way out the kitchen door, out into the blinding sunlight.
Charlie couldn't take his eyes off her as she crossed to the cooler. Her skin looked very white in the harsh glare, and contrasted vividly with her jet black tresses. When she bent over the cooler, her lush ass thrust straight at him. It was one hell of an ass-tight and round, a dark crack between two shining moons, a hint of ebony curls high up between her thighs.
She straightened, and turned, and Charlie was treated to a front view as she came toward him, the sun gleaming on the slopes of her breasts, her thighs scissoring around the black patch of her pussy. Her breasts jiggled delightfully with every step. She started to hand him his drink, and then set it aside instead.
"You're way overdressed," she observed, tugging his tee shirt up his torso. "Come on, out of your clothes."
Cowed, Charlie ducked forward and let her haul his tee shirt off. When she had called and invited him over, he had not expected anything like this! He had some hope, but had squelched it with the thought that her parents would probably be there, wanting to meet him-and to chaperone them.
"Mom and Dad are gone for the day," she informed him as she unbuckled his belt. "Won't be back until late tonight. How long can you stay?"
Charlie's voice cracked in a way it hadn't done in years. "Uh, all afternoon, I guess. Maybe even for dinner, if I call my folks."
"Great." Jan tugged his zipper-down, giving his stabbing cock room to straighten out, room to ram urgently against his underpants. "You know, it's funny, but no matter how hard I try, I just can't get a tan."
Charlie tried to rally his brains and get back in control of his lust-crazed body. "Gee, that's too bad. You burn easily, huh?"
"Uh uh," Jan answered, prying his feet out of his shoes. "I just stay pale and pink. All over, see?" Having freed his feet from the tangle of his pants and socks, she stood up. She invited his scrutiny, posed for him, deliberately drew attention to her naked body. Her hands on her hips, her shoulders drawn back, she turned slightly and aimed one tit straight at Charlie's naked chest. She twisted slightly from side to side, bringing one breast to bear on him, then the other.
"You get nice and tan, don't you?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah," Charlie agreed.
"Bet I know one part of you that isn't tan," she giggled. She reached down and touched his rock-hard phallus through his strained jockey shorts. Her touch tickled and burned at the same time. He could feel an oozing drop of secretion drying coldly on his underpants where they were stretched over the head of his cock.
"Let's see," she murmured, tugging on the elastic of his shorts, heaving it out over his upthrust shaft. Hot sun burned his cockhead and the pale skin under his pubic bush. She hauled his underpants down and off, then stood up.
"Yep, as pale as a baby," she observed, gently turning his prick this way and that as if she were really studying it carefully. "Don't forget your drink," she added, teasing.
Charlie's mouth was dry. The hand that reached for the cold can shook noticeably. The fizzy soda cut the dust in his mouth and prickled his tongue and throat He chugged half of it down at once.
"We'd better get some sun tan oil on your poor prick before it's like a lobster," Jan observed.
Charlie's ears were ringing. His eyes fogged as he followed his hostess. He felt clumsy and stupid. His cock swayed and tugged heavily with every step. Cool air touched his balls, high on his thighs, and dried the sweat in the crack of his ass. He had never in his life been so aroused.
"Here we are," Jan said, picking up a plastic squeeze bottle. Turning, she dribbled cool white cream on the top of his prick, just behind the head. Then he set the bottle aside.
Her fingers closed around his cock, feeling hot and soft and unbelievably exciting. Tenderly, she rubbed the sun tan oil into his phallus, from the rounded, bulbous head, all the way back to his pubic hair. She covered both the top and the incredibly sensitive underside with the thick oily liquid. Charlie was afraid he was going to cum in her hands and spoil everything.
"That's enough," he said hoarsely.
Releasing his phallus, Jan strolled gracefully over to a wide lounge and stretched out on her stomach. "You want to oil me down?" she asked.
Charlie thought he was going to die from excitement. Her breasts had squashed out as she lay on them. The rounded swell of her ass was shining in the sunlight.
"God, you're beautiful," he said, then regretted it. She had been so-so matter-of-fact about the whole scene. He was acting like a stupid, inexperienced jerk.
"Thanks," she replied. "Come on and oil me, okay?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," he agreed, picking up the lotion.
Her skin was soft and cool and flawless under his hands as he smoothed the sun tan oil into her graceful, blemish-free back. The oil left her skin glistening and shiny. He stroked down from her shoulders, down her spine, to the small of her back. Unsure of himself, he stopped there, feeling stupid and cowardly.
Then he goaded himself into dribbling sun tan oil on the cheeks of her ass. When she didn't object, he smoothed it into those soft, yielding globes with both hands, first one buttocks and then the other. They were incredibly soft when she was in this position. He smoothed the oil down into the crack between them, ready to pull back the moment she objected. But she didn't, and he actually got his fingers clear down to the bottom of her crack!
"Mmmmm," she purred, sliding her legs apart.
Charlie gulped as he worked his hands into her crotch. He touched her twisting curls of black hair, felt the soft, hot folds of her labia, the yielding hole of her vagina, the hard bud of her anus.
Deliberately, he forced himself away from there, even though he could see her buttocks flexing as she squirmed under his touch. Tormenting himself, building his lust, he dribbled sun tan lotion on the back of her right thigh and proceeded to do her legs, one at a time. He finished with the soles of her feet. Her toes curled as he massaged the lotion in.
He sat back for a moment. Jan rolled to her side, shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand. "Thanks. You look hot. Want to swim now?"
Charlie didn't even look in the direction of the big, round, above-ground pool. "No."
"Okay," Jan agreed. She rolled to her back, away from him. "How about doing my front?"
Charlie crawled toward her, across the wide double lounge, the bottle of lotion in one hand. She was on her back, her hands under her head, her eyes closed against the harsh sunlight. She looked totally blissful. The only hint of her excitement was her hard alert nipples. Charlie noticed that her great firm breasts yielded only reluctantly to gravity, flattening slightly, spreading slightly, but maintaining their basic shape and thrust.
Charlie began at her feet. He worked quickly, impatiently, restraining himself with greater and greater difficulty. He struggled to be thorough, to coat every inch of her pale skin with the liquid, from her ankles to her knees, then up her thighs. He massaged the lotion into the insides and outsides of her graceful legs. His fingers lingered lovingly on the tender flesh high on the inside, just an inch away from the curling kinks of her bush.
She remained completely limp as he finished her legs.
He was burning up. He was sweating heavily, and his mouth went dry as he planned his next move. He squeezed a pool of sun tan oil onto her stomach just above her navel. Quickly, he stopped the drop that was heading toward the dark pocket.
He massaged the lotion into her, working out from the puddle he had made. Her belly shivered under his touch, then sucked in. Her ribs heaved as her breathing quickened. She was licking her lips now. Obviously her passion was getting greater, harder to restrain.
Charlie, for the first time since he had gotten there, felt in control of the situation. He realized abruptly that he had done exactly the right thing in gradually working his way toward the crucial areas of her body. It was right for him, was building his lust to the flash point, and it was right for her.
He worked the oil into her as far down as the top edge of her pubic bush, and as far up as the bottoms of her jutting breasts. Then he smoothed some into the valley between her lush mounds. He had yet to touch one of her primary erogenous zones.
Picking up the lotion bottle, he carefully aimed a stream of the viscous lotion at her left nipple, and coated it with the white creamy liquid.
As Jan sucked in her breath sharply, her face twisted with lust.
He duplicated the maneuver on her right breast, being careful to completely cover her nipple and the dark area surrounding it. Then he set the bottle aside.
Jan's breath was hissing in her throat. Her forehead was wrinkled with the agony of anticipation. She was chewing on her lower lip. Then she moistened both her lips with the glistening point of her tongue.
Charlie lowered his hands slowly and gently onto the twin pools of sun tan lotion. He felt the thick cream spread between her nipples and his palms. Moving his hands in a circular motion, he began to spread the cream outward from the dark centers. He just barely brushed her stiff nipples with his palms at first, and then slowly increased the pressure.
As he did, her breathing became more ragged. The tendons in her neck were taut, the muscles in her arms and shoulders quivered. Her chest muscles convulsed as he increased the pressure on the breasts above them.
Charlie's body was knotting with lust. His cock felt scalded by the glaring sun. He was glad she had coated it with sun tan lotion, and hoped it was enough to protect his tender, normally well shielded skin.
Finally Jan jerked her hands out from behind her head and reached up blindly. Grabbing him behind the neck, she dragged him down, her mouth seeking his. Their lips met in a sucking, boiling kiss and his hands were crushed between his chest and her breasts.
Reaching down with one hand, she shoved and guided him until he was stretched out, half on her, half on the lounge. She curled her fingers around the rigid pole of his ready prick and pumped it hard. It hurt, but it was a delicious pain.
Wriggling one hand free of her breasts, Charlie slid it down her belly and plunged his fingers into her crotch. His longest finger seemed radar-guided and plunged into the steamy, slimy hole of her vagina. He cupped her pussy with his palm, grinding her clit as he reamed her cunt with his finger.
His cock was ready to erupt, and was held back only by the tight grip she had on it. The pain was just enough to keep him from spurting semen all over her. She was pulling at his cock, dragging him further onto her.
"Hurry," she grunted. "Hurry, please, hurry!"
From locker room gab fests, rare glimpses of raw pornography, and Sex Ed at school, Charlie knew the theory of the act. But he had no practical knowledge. He heaved himself onto her, and felt her thighs spread to let him settle between them. He poked his phallus blindly into the tight, painfully abrasive curls of her pubic bush. His prick rammed into her slot and struck a barrier. He heaved his hips up and tried again, feeling his cock groping along her slit for the honey hole he knew was there.
Then she was prying her hand between them, and he lifted up a little. She took his cock, and suddenly the bulb of it was in the right place, pocketed in a hot crater of slick flesh.
He pushed, and felt his penis enter a clinging, wet, searing, slippery, velvet glove. The feeling of his cock sliding into Jan's eager, sucking vagina sent waves of fire blazing through his entire body.
"Aww, yes," she hissed, nibbling on his ear lobe. "Yes, push it in, get it in me. Put your cock in me and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Charlie drove his blazing phallus into the clinging sheath of her cunt until his pubic bone jarred against hers. For a horrifying moment he thought he was going to cum right then, and all the awful stories he'd heard about "premature orgasm" ripped through his brain. Christ, if he spurted into her now, she'd never want him again.
The fear was enough to just barely quench his incipient cumming.
"Aww, I'm soo full," Jan purred. "It feels so good, soo gooood."
Cautiously, Charlie began to move in her, drawing his prick out of her hot sheath until it almost slipped free. Then he rammed back in and Jan's breath whooshed in his ear as if he had pistoned it out of her. He drew back and powered into her again, feeling the rippled walls of her tunnel caressing the nerve endings of his prick.
The hot pool of cum in his groin was thicker and more copious than ever. This was what it was all about, this was what sex was. This was fucking, this incredible combination of delectable sensations-hot flesh embracing his cock, a soft, warm, willing body under his, fingernails clawing at his back. He pistoned his penis in the girl faster and faster, smashing her clit with every thrust, until she whimpered at every jolting impact. Her legs curled around him, her heels on his ass spurred him on as he rammed into her harder and harder and harder.
He was breathing raggedly as he rammed her again and again and again. He felt her straining against him, jerking and thrashing under him, her hips meeting his, her pelvis rocking and rolling with every thrust of his cock into her.
"Ah-cum-cum-cumming, cumming, awwww." Jan's voice trailed off into a mindless gargle as she clung to him. Every muscle in her lithe young body convulsed with ecstasy.
Almost oblivious to her orgasm, Charlie whipped his prick in and out of her spasming pussy. His orgasm was building-building-building, it was THERE! It burst over him like a tidal wave as he sank every centimeter of his spurting penis into Jan's convulsing cunt. Semen spurted deep into her hot recesses, filling her, oozing back from the end of her vagina to pool in her hot, eager guts. His balls wrung themselves out, his toes curled as he squeezed the last of his fluid into her.
Then, exhausted, he sagged bonelessly. His drained organ shriveled slowly, retreated from her sodden depths. He panted, and felt her under him. Her breasts were twin cushions against his chest. The sun felt like a blowtorch on his back and buttocks. Sweat formed a slippery film between them as they lay pasted together.
"You're soo goood," Jan purred softy as she caught her breath. "You're one of the best, really one of the best."
Charlie felt a stabbing pain in his guts at this reminder that he was, for the girl under him, just the latest in a long string of guys. Jealousy blazed through him, blotting out his lingering pleasure, leaving him with a sour taste in his mouth.
"Jesus, it's hot," he grunted, moving away from her. "I think I'll take a swim now." He walked across the yard, the grass prickling his bare feet. Without looking back, he climbed the ladder to the pool. He let himself fall limply into the icy water, hoping it would make him forget the words still running through his mind.
"One of the best, one of the best, one of the best." The intended compliment was an endless, nasty taunting that echoed dismally through his head. He sank to the bottom of the pool and huddled there until his lungs began to scream for air. He shot through the surface in a glittering-burst of spray and sucked in a lungful of air.
"Hey, hi," Jan greeted him.
He glanced at her, then turned away, blinded by the sun. She was silhouetted, a lithe, graceful black sketch against the glare, her hair a glittering halo around her head.
"Heads up," she warned, as she launched herself ass-first into the water, throwing her feet out in front of herself.
Charlie turned his back to avoid the splash. He heard her moving around, but ignored her and waded slowly to the side and heaved himself up on the deck and sat with his feet dangling in the water.
He tried to get her words out of his head, but he couldn't. He had the feeling, somehow, that this thing with her was supposed to be something special. But, it wasn't, at least not by her standards. He was just one of the crowd to her.
But, no matter what happened, she was his first, which made her important and special. He thought probably he'd never forget the first time, even if they didn't become steadies or anything. She had soiled that memory for him.
She floated up in front of him and gripped his knees with her hands, steadying herself. Her face was shining with water. Her hair streamed back from her smooth forehead. Her eyelashes stuck together in a series of sharp points as she blinked her eyes clear.
"Hey, you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah," he answered softly. He couldn't help noticing how pretty her rounded ass was as she floated on her stomach, her legs kicking lazily in the clear water. Christ, he didn't want to be a total klutz. Shit, she was right. It was just a quick lay, after all. He knew half the guys in school had been between her legs, and that all the rest that weren't queer would be there sooner or later.
He met her eyes, and swung his legs up. His feet pressed her soft warm breasts and he felt her nipples poking the soles of his feet. "Yeah, I'm okay. It was just-so damn good it kind of shook me up." He made an attempt at being brazenly experienced: "You're one of the best, too."
"Gee, thanks," she chirped, accepting the untruth without question.
Charlie looked up at the afternoon sun, squinting. "Look, this is really cool, but, uh, I'm afraid I'm going to really get burned. Maybe we better go inside, huh?"
Jan reached out and fingered his limp prick, lifting its head, crooning to it tenderly. "We wouldn't want your little pride and joy here to get burned. Might mess up further plans for the afternoon." She looked up at him. "But why go inside?"
"Well, uh…"
"There are better ways to shade your pecker than that," she observed. "Like this one, for example."
Lifting herself up between his legs, she lowered her head to his cock and sucked the shriveled tube of flesh into her mouth. She rolled it around with her tongue, and its response was immediate and powerful. Blood poured into it, inflating it, filling her mouth quickly.
Charlie's regrets and reservations faded rapidly in the haze of his building passion, the pleasure of having his cock sucked. Leaning back on his arms, he watched the way her lips were rounded by his powerful, still growing shaft. She held the base of it delicately between her fingers and bobbed her head, imitating a good fuck. This time he was able to appreciate the differences between a mouth and a vagina around his phallus. Her mouth was hotter, rougher, more versatile. At one point her tongue wedged into the slit at the tip, something no cunt could do. Then she scrubbed the nerve bundle under the head with her tongue, and the velvet hotness of that was excruciatingly more exquisite than the stimulation her cunt could provide.
As she sucked his prick, Jan swung her legs to one side and straddled one of his dangling feet. He felt his toes suddenly tangle in her pubic bush. Experimentally, he wriggled his big toe up into her hot, wet nest and felt her labia engulf it eagerly. The power of her sucking doubled as he bored his toe into her hot, slick vagina. His foot was being chilled by the pool water, providing an unbelievable contrast of hot and cold.
Jan let her body bob up and down, pistoning herself on his toe as she sucked eagerly on his prick. Ejecting his cock from her mouth, in full view she bathed it with her tongue, showing how she could lap at it like a popsicle. Then she did her favorite variation on cock-eating, taking it between her lips like a dog bone and, her lips covering her teeth, mouthing it hard.
"Mmmmmm, love to eat cock," she purred lovingly. "You know what I am, Charlie? I'm a cocksucker, that's what I am. I love to suck cock almost as much as I love to fuck. Do you like that Charlie? Do you like to have your cock sucked?"
"Yeah," he mumbled huskily. He fought to get his toe further into her hot, wet pussy.
Her face went blank for a moment. "Ohh, that's good." She squirmed her pussy around his toes, spreading and closing her legs over and over, making her twat open and close around his foot. Bringing her knees up, she crossed her ankles and worked her pelvis in a wild bumping motion that made his toes thrash in her seething slit. At the same time, she covered his cock with her mouth again and swirled her tongue around it wildly.
Charlie felt the cum building in his reservoirs again. He wiggled his toe frantically in her vagina and tried to locate her clitoris, but couldn't. He had to be content with just worming his big toe around in her slippery folds, feeling her hairy outer labia against his other toes. It was an unexpectedly erotic feeling, having his foot in her cunt. He found himself hoping that this, at least, was something she had never experienced before, that he was providing her with a new experience.
Then, as she took his thrusting cock down her throat, it didn't really seem to matter much anymore. She was panting and whimpering as if she were cumming, but he couldn't feel enough with his toe to be sure. But the sucking she was doing on his cock was as eager and daring as any she had ever done. Her elbows resting on his thighs, bruising them even, she pumped her head down on his phallus, rammed the bulb of it past her soft palate to the back of her throat again and again and again. Her nose was inches from his brown bush, wrinkled with the effort she was making to actually swallow his phallus. Her cheeks caved in as she drew on his turgid tower, seeking to pull the blood and semen out of his guts.
She touched his balls. She cupped his testicles and scratched behind them. It was as if she had applied a match to a short fuse. His whole body erupted, blasting semen into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of thick cum jolted through his cock and erupted into her sucking mouth, poured over her tongue. She swallowed the first shots, and then backed away, lifting her head, spitting out his still-streaming cock. Thick, gooey, white globs of semen burst from the slitted tip and dropped heavily back to stream down in a hot flood over the rounded purple cap of his phallus. She circled his penis with her fingers in the groove just under the pulsing, jetting head, and captured his drooling cum before it could stream down the shaft and into his pubic hair. Then she lapped up the creamy puddle between her fingers and his cock, slurped up. every drop of his fluid right in front of his eyes.
Knowing that she had swallowed his cum while sucking his cock was nothing compared to actually watching her lap it up. Watching every gooey gray-white drop vanish into her mouth brought a final series of convulsions from Charlie's cock. His groin was finally drained as his reserves were wrung dry by his aching, quivering muscles.
Then he watched his penis shrivel in her grasp as she carefully cleaned it. Changing her grip, holding his withering penis between two fingers, she licked every inch of it carefully, removing the last traces of cum, leaving in its place a chill coating of spit.
Pushing off from his legs, she unhooked her crotch from his foot and sank below the surface of the water, then popped back up, her face turned to the sky, the water streaming off her black hair. Splashing onto her back, she floated away from him, her breasts bobbing on the surface, her nipples gleaming in the sunlight.
Charlie pushed off and dropped into the pool. The cool water was a welcome relief after the heat of the sun and his desire.
For a few minutes the two of them swam lazily around, cooling off. Then they sat on the edge of the pool, letting the sun dry their bodies while their feet and legs trailed in the water.
"You skinny dip often?" Charlie asked curiously.
Jan nodded, stirring one foot in a lazy circular motion. "When Mom and Dad aren't around."
Charlie looked around the yard curiously. It was surrounded by a high fence. "What's the matter, don't they approve?"
"Not since I got these and this," she answered, indicating her breasts and pubic hair.
"What about your, uh, screwing around?" Charlie asked.
"God, they'd have-a stroke if they found out about it," she admitted. "Don't know why though. They're no better, or worse, than I am."
"How do you know?"
She smiled wryly. "They go skinny dipping at night, after I'm in bed."
"Nothing wrong with that, is there?" Charlie asked, puzzled.
"They have all sorts of friends over when they do," Jan added. "The action gets pretty hot and heavy 'round about midnight."
"Do they know you spy on 'em?"
She shrugged, making her breasts jump and jiggle. "I don't know. All I know is they always send me to my room when they're having a party."
"Huh." His parents didn't even walk around the house naked. Just sitting here naked made him feel all sexy, but he doubted that it did the same for Jan. He was afraid to ask her.
"Neighbors can't see in here, I guess," he observed.
"No, darn it. I wish they could. I get a kick out of being naked and having people seeing me."
"So do I," Charlie ventured bravely.
"You hungry?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Then eat me," she ordered, spreading her thighs, showing a flash of pink in the center of her crotch.
Charlie was jolted. "WHAT?!"
"Just kidding." She got to her feet easily. "Come on, let's go get some food."
Charlie gauged the time from the angle of the sun. "If I'm going to stay much longer, I better call my folks and tell them."
"Come on, then," Jan said, beckoning with one arm as she climbed down to the lawn. She didn't look back as she walked toward the house, her bare ass rolling lushly.
Once in the house, Charlie was suddenly aware of his nudity. He had gotten used to being naked outdoors, and the change to the cool inside of the house made him acutely aware of his bare skin. Finding the phone, he dialed and told his mother where he was having dinner.
"You and your sister," she sighed.
"What's with Cookie?" Charlie asked, puzzled.
"Carol called. She's having dinner with Michael tonight." As always, his mother used given first names rather than nicknames. "Charles, are you sure her parents don't mind having you there for dinner?"
Charlie almost blurted out that he and Jan were alone, but caught himself in time. "Yeah, Mom, they're the ones who asked me."
"Maybe I'd better talk with them myself," she mused.
Charlie scrambled for an out. "Uh, they're uh, out in the yard right now. Swimming."
"Well, don't bother them in that case."
Charlie hoped his sigh of relief was not audible.
"I think your father and I will go out to dinner tonight, then. You have your key, don't you?"
"Yeah, Mom," he assured her wearily.
"And don't overstay your welcome. I want you home by eleven. Understand?"
"Yeah, Mom. I'll be home by eleven." He was sure he'd be all fucked out by then anyway. "Bye, Mom." He hung up.
"Bye, Mom," Jan mocked, leaning languidly against the wall.
"Pain in the ass," Charlie muttered in irritation. "Where's the food?"
"On the counter," Jan answered, returning to the kitchen.
Charlie seated himself on the stool in front of the counter between the kitchen and dining area and wolfed down the sandwich and milk. Jan sat on the opposite side.
"Anything for dessert?" Charlie asked, playing idly with the ring of moisture left by his glass.
"Yeah. Me." She shoved the dishes aside and sat on the counter. She swung her legs around and dangled them on either side of Charlie. Her head was inches from the ceiling, her naked crotch inches from his face.
"Huh?"
"Me," she repeated. "I'm dessert. Hair pie, right there." She pointed at her pussy.
Charlie looked at her dark, hairy patch. He could see her labia through her thick bush. He swallowed hard, his stomach knotting. He felt excitement stirring in his guts as he looked up at Jan.
"Pussy, Charlie. Pussy. That's what's for dessert. I've eaten you a couple of times. Now it's your turn to repay the favor."
"Uh…"
"Oh, shit! Don't knock it if you haven't tried it," Jan swore. "Come on, it's a real gas. Honest."
"Uh…"
"Look, would I hand you a bummer?" Jan demanded. "I've done it myself, honest. Really, you'll like it. And anyway, fair is fair, right?"
Charlie bit his lip and nodded. He was staring at her hairy crotch. He wondered how to begin. Masculine pride wouldn't let him back out. He was just as wild as she was, and he'd prove it.
He leaned forward.
"I'm nice and clean," she assured him, easing her ass forward on the counter and leaning back on her hands.
He didn't answer. He probed her pussy with his fingers, feeling the soft warmth of her labia. He spread them, and was greeted by a flash of pink. It was laid out for him like the picture he had seen in an anatomy book once.
"Put your tongue in my cunt," she whispered. "Push it way in, far as you can. Then wiggle it."
Hesitantly, Charlie lowered his face to her crotch. Wiry hair scratched his cheeks and chin. His nose was engulfed in a pleasant, musky odor. He poked his tongue into her wet folds, and his mouth was flooded with a metallic, salty taste. His lust soared.
Bowing to his task, he drilled his tongue into her vagina as instructed, and sucked up the flood of juices this triggered. Working his jaw, he wriggled his tongue around. His nose, engulfed in flesh and hair, pressed at her pubic arch as he tried to touch bottom in her vagina.
"Aww, yes," Jan panted. "Aww, that's good. Lick me. Lick me. Lick me. Eat me up, fucker, eat me all up."
Driven on by Jan's lewd urgings, Charlie twisted his tongue in her hole. His nose moved up and down in her hairy crotch, grinding her clit against her pubic arch.
"My clit, find my clit and suck it," Jan ordered.
Eagerly, Charlie shifted his attack upward, spreading her labia with his tongue as he went. He rasped it over her urethra without a second thought, and felt her inner labia come together into the hood that protected her clit. He teased the little button of her mini-penis with his tongue, heard her gasp in response. Fastening on the little nubbin with his lips, he sucked, drawing it out as far as he could. He ground it between his lips, battered it with his tongue.
"Awyeah, awyeah, awyeah," Jan whined, her torso writhing and twisting from the oral stimulation.
Charlie worked his jaw in her streaming pussy while he tormented her clitoris with his lips and tongue. Waves of juices were pouring down over his face, spreading over his cheeks, down his chin. Saliva and cum flooded his mouth. He slurped it down, swallowing all of her copious secretions.
Then her hands came down on his head and rammed his face into her crotch. He opened his eyes, and managed to peer up the length of her naked torso. He was only able to see her jutting breasts because her head and shoulders were actually hanging back off the counter. Her belly was taut and straining, her ribs heaving. Her hands mashed his face into her hot, hairy, dripping pussy, mercilessly making his jaw, lips and tongue ache with the pressure.
Finally, she heaved herself upright. "Enough, enough," she grunted. "Christ, enough of that. Enough."
Weakly, she climbed down off the counter and sat on his lap, facing him. She reached down, found his hard cock, and aimed it up. She lifted herself, set the head of his searing hard-on at the entrance of her soaked vagina, and lowered herself, ramming his cock up into her guts.
"Aahhh," she sighed, lifting and dropping.
Charlie gripped the counter to steady himself, and leaned back on the bar stool. He watched his shining wet cock emerge from Jan's pussy, then vanish as his pubic hair and hers pressed together in a thick tangle.
Jan reached down and fingered her clitoris without breaking her raising and dropping rhythm on his turgid phallus. She was panting, grunting, cumming.
Charlie's orgasm drew closer and closer. Because of his position on the bar stool, he couldn't drive his hips upward to ram his cock into her, and had to accept her endless pumping, pumping. The ratcheting climb to his peak was slower and more agonizing than ever because he was a passive partner, and because he had already cum twice. But his orgasm was approaching, was drawing closer and closer. It burst from him, a convulsive, spurting spasm of ecstasy as his dwindling reservoirs were again milked into Jan's writhing, convulsing body.
Charlie's orgasm was long and slow and drawn out. It was as if his body was striving to find every drop of cum and pump it out of his exhausted penis. Finally, his muscles gave out completely, leaving him aching and sore, and still engulfed in Jan's gripping cunt.
"Ooooh, Stud!" she grunted. "You are one fucking stud!" She got off him as if she were dismounting a horse. "Let's go wash off in the pool."
He tottered after her out into the evening sunset. After half an hour in the pool, they dried off and sat around naked until late in the evening. Finally Charlie dressed and went home. He left Jan sprawled, naked, in front of the television. Her legs were spread in a lewd vee, her feet were on the coffee table. His cum was dribbling out of her pussy onto a paper towel under her ass.
At home he was too sexually drained and exhausted to do more than undress and fall onto the bed. He didn't even get under the covers. He didn't hear his sister when she looked in on her way to her room. The shaft of light from the door fell on his drained penis. Cookie licked her lips, then closed his door softy.