"You lose, you lose," Mike crowed, bouncing, making the bed toss and rock. "Take off your bra, take off your bra, Cookie. Let me see your tits!"
"But…
"Come on. You promised, no chickening out, no matter what," Mike argued.
Cookie hadn't particularly wanted to see Mike in the first place. But when Charlie had gone buzzing off to Jan's house for the afternoon, she couldn't face messing around alone. Especially since she knew what her brother and Jan were going to be doing.
When she had discovered that Mike was home alone, his parents away for the afternoon, she had almost gone home again. But then, a hot knot of need in her guts had told her to stay, even though she knew it was asking for trouble. She had been goaded into this stupid game of strip poker, dared and challenged by Mike, driven by the knot of excitement in her guts that was making her crotch all hot and wet.
She stared at the losing hand spread on the bed in front of her with mixed feelings. They were in Mike's room, sitting on his bed. He was down to his underpants, which hid practically nothing. He had a hard-on in his lap that was like a tent pole. It kept threatening to escape through the fly, and expose itself. The tension and excitement and fear in Cookie's belly had grown as each piece of clothing had been shed. She was down to her bra and panties.
Sitting at the foot of the bed, her arms folded defensively over her small breasts, her legs curled under her, Cookie struggled with herself. She had changed from her usual cross-legged position when she had lost her shorts.
It was wrong, she knew it was wrong. But if it was wrong, why was it so exciting, so-so great? She knew she was going to do it. And she knew she was going to continue the game. The thought of seeing Mike's prick all exposed and swollen and naked drove her on, as did the idea of being naked in front of him.
"Hurry up!" Mike jittered, hugging his blocky, pudgy torso anxiously.
"All right, all right," Cookie said at last "Gimme a chance, will you?" Uncrossing her arms, she reached behind her back. The move thrust her small breasts toward Mike. He licked his lips, his hot blue eyes on her chest. She bowed her head, and noticed how small and flat her chest looked. The cups of her plain cotton bra were all wrinkled. The sunshine coming in the window took away the protection of shadow and darkness she had had in the back seat of the car.
She had trouble with the hooks for a moment, then got them loose. The shaking of her hands belied the casual way she tried to take off her bra. She tried to flip it away, but her trembling fingers caught on one strap, making it flap back at her like a dying bird. Impatiently, nervously, she brushed it off the bed, onto the heap of her other clothes.
She felt cool air on her breasts. Her nipples stiffened, formed sharp little pink points. She didn't look at Mike, knowing his boorish staring would unsettle her. She knew he was sweating and quivering just from looking at her. It both scared her and pleased her. It was exciting to know she had that effect on him. But she was also afraid of what was going to happen.
She reached for the cards. "My deal," she said, jogging them together, then shuffling them.
"You sure you want to go on?" Mike asked tensely.
She looked up, irritated. "No chickening out, remember. You want to chicken out?"
"No. But I thought maybe you did."
"No way, buster," Cookie said bravely, insulted. "I'm no chicken."
"This'll be the last hand," he noted as he arranged his cards.
Cookie took a deep breath. "If you lose, I'll strip after you do," she informed him. She felt as hot and runny inside now as she had when he had been feeling her up at the drive-in.
"If you lose, I'll get naked after you do," Mike assured her tensely.
Cookie had trouble focusing on the cards in her hand. She fought the urge to hold them so they would hide at least one of her breasts. "How many cards?" she asked.
"Three." He eliminated three cards from his hand, picked up the ones she dealt him. She tried to read his expression, but couldn't.
She had a big, fat nothing in her own hand. She figured Mike had had at least a pair to start with. She had no idea of the odds on whether he might have improved his hand. Her knowledge of poker was minuscule.
"What's a cocksucker?" she asked abruptly. Her sweating hands were making it hard to hold her cards. "HUH?"
"What's a cocksucker?" she repeated.
"What do you mean, 'what's a cocksucker?'" Mike demanded. "It's someone who sucks cock. If you say it about a guy, you're calling him a fag-a queer."
"What if you say it about a girl?" Cookie asked, delaying making a decision on her hand. But she was also probing for information. She had heard Jan Peters described as a cocksucker, but couldn't believe it meant what it sounded like it did.
Mike shrugged. "I guess it means she sucks cocks. Means she gives blowjobs."
Cookie mulled this over. "So that's what a blowjob is," she said at last.
"What did you think it was? Jeez, you're dumb. Come on, are you going to take any cards or not?"
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking." Why did her crotch feel so hot and wet? "Are blowjobs good?" What was Jan doing to Charlie right then? Cookie tried to imagine Jan's mouth around Charlie's cock, only couldn't because she didn't know what his cock looked like.
"They're better even than fucking," Mike answered knowledgeably. "Now come on and play, already, or you'll lose by forfeit."
"Okay, okay." Cookie sighed. "One card." She was going to be naked no matter what anyway. The card she drew did nothing to improve her hand.
"What do you have?" Mike asked.
"Nothing," Cookie admitted, spreading her cards on the bed in front of her and hugging her arms over her bare breasts.
"I got a pair of threes. You lose again, you lose again. Come on, take off your panties, take 'em off!"
"All right, all right," Cookie agreed. "You don't have to shout. Jeez, you'd think you'd never seen a girl naked before." She thought for a moment. "Bet you've never had a blowjob, either."
"You going to give me one?" he taunted.
"I might just do that," she snapped, nettled. She bounced off the bed and turned to face him. "Okay, get an eyeful, and get ready to get your own underpants off, Buster."
In a quick, deliberate motion, she skinned her panties down her slender hips, down her long legs, and off. She stepped out of them, leaving them in a fat figure eight on the floor. She straightened up, her hands at her sides, and faced him, feeling like jelly inside, hot, melting jelly.
She thought Mike's eyes were going to pop out of his head as he stared at her. His eyes jumped from her breasts, to her crotch. Then he hauled them away from there, tried to make them focus on her face, only to have them jump back to her naked crotch. He licked his lips. He was panting noticeably.
Cookie's excitement at being so blatantly admired overcame her fear, replaced it with a hot pride in her slender body. She stood straighter, spread her feet slightly, and put her hands on her hips. In the mirror on his closet door, she could see herself. She could see the fine golden wisps of hair on her pubis gleaming in the bright sunlight. The light growth did little to conceal her pouting, rounded labia or the tantalizing dark slit
Deciding to give Mike a real eyeful, Cookie turned slowly so he could see all of her, all of her naked skin, from her head to her toes, and from back to front. She felt cool air touching her lightly all over.
Still quivering inside, even though she felt bolder than before, Cookie faced him again. "Okay, your turn," she said. "I'm naked. Now you get the same way."
Mike gulped. "Uh…"
"Come on, chicken, this was your idea," she snapped. "You can't back out now."
"Okay, okay," he agreed sullenly, sliding off the bed. He stood in front of her, his cock tipped up, leaning out against his underpants. There was a wet spot at the bulbous end of it, which made the cloth less opaque. The wet fabric was molded to it, so she could even see the dimple at the tip.
Mike hooked his thumbs into the elastic and lifted it out from his body. He eased it down. The first thing to come into view was the bulging purple knob of the end of his cock. Behind it, as a backdrop, was a curling mass of red hair, not thick enough to totally hide the pale skin under it.
He skinned his underpants down. His cock dropped to just below the horizontal and bobbed ponderously. Under the pale column Cookie could see a dark, rounded sack. Its contents were shifting around inside it. As she watched, fascinated, they drew up slightly, as if trying to hide up between his thighs.
Drawn irresistibly toward Mike, she walked slowly forward and reached out toward his throbbing erection. She still remembered, would always remember, how it had felt in her hands in the back seat of the car that time. She touched it gingerly. It bobbed in response, jerked up away from the finger she brushed against its underside.
She looked up at Mike, into his freckled face, into his pale blue eyes. "It's-it's beautiful," she said softly.
"So-are you," he answered huskily.
"You can touch my-my breasts, if you want," she told him.
He swallowed noisily. He raised his hands to the pink tips of her shy, pale mounds. He brushed her nipples gently. A spear of flame arced from each pink nubbin, streaked down through her naked body, shaking her to the core.
She curled her fingers around his stiff prod. It felt just as hot, and hard, and huge, and exciting as she remembered. She gripped it with both hands and stared down at it. It dwarfed her small hands. Something hot and sticky coated her fingers, glued them to his hot tower.
It looked good enough to eat. Her mouth watered at the thought of having his huge penis between her lips.
Absently, she brushed a lock of hair out of her face. Her fingers left a sticky smear on her cheek. She smelled the powerful, exciting, unforgettable aroma of semen. Hesitantly, she brought her fingers under her nose and inhaled the musky smell. She licked one finger delicately with the tip of her tongue. She wasn't sure if it was him or her own nervous sweat that she was tasting.
"I want to see you better down there," Mike mumbled huskily.
Cookie shivered. "Okay."
"Why don't we, uh, lie down on the bed," Mike suggested. "My legs are kind of shaky."
"Okay," she agreed. "But don't try anything funny."
"What do you mean?" he asked angrily.
"I mean-funny," Cookie answered. "Don't think, just because we're on your bed you're going to get to-uh-fuck me, okay?"
"Okay, already, okay," he agreed. "Jesus, you make me sound like a sex maniac or something."
Cookie crawled onto the bed, her tight young bottom waving in the air until she settled on her side. "I just didn't want you to get the idea I'm going to do-that," she informed him.
"Okay, okay," he muttered. "But just remember what happens to me when you leave me like this." He waved his bulging erection at her.
Cookie shivered, incredibly self-conscious and excited and tense. "You gonna yak all afternoon, or are you going to look?" she asked tensely.
Mike approached her as if she were a holy relic. He knelt at the foot of the bed and spread her legs, then moved slowly up between them. His eyes were glued to her pussy.
Cookie lay on her back, her hands behind her head, holding it up so she could look down along her slender, pale body. She looked past the swelling of her developing breasts, down the flat plane of her stomach, until the downward arch toward her pussy cut off her view. But she could feel herself down there, could feel the cool air touching the moist, nerve-loaded tissues. She had a vague sort of "had to pee" type of feeling, only it wasn't exactly that. It was a hot, wet, tightness which mingled with an itchy sort of need. She could see her thighs, her calves, could see all the way to her feet. Her toes were pointing upward and outward. Her feet were on either side of Mike's knees.
His cock hung out from his body like a pole. She stared, fascinated, as its throbbing length, at the round, curving cone of its purplish cap. The shaft was pale, nearly white. The bulging veins were faintly blue.
Leaning forward, Mike reached out and placed his hands on Cookie's thighs, right at the top, where they joined her torso. The touch of his hands there made her leg muscles convulse and squirm. His thumbs were almost on her labia, were just a fraction of an inch from her soft lips. She could feel it, but couldn't see it. Her pussy reacted with a hot, sticky flow.
When he shifted his hands and actually touched her pussy, Cookie's guts were lashed with fire. Her tiny pink, barely mature nipples were so swollen with excitement they hurt. She felt him spread her labia, felt chill air strike her blood-suffused, creaming folds of flesh.
"This isn't really quite fair," she said desperately. "You're getting a good look at me, but I'm not getting a good look at you."
Mike lifted his head, irritated. "Jesus, you're a pain."
"I only want equal time," she snapped. Then she softened her tone. "If we lie on our sides, head to feet we can both-uh-study each other at the same time."
"Oh, all right," he grumbled, scrambling across her legs, relinquishing his grasp on her crotch. He squirmed around beside her and got his head near her pussy.
Cookie rolled to her side and faced him. She pushed on his hip. He really is on the pudgy side, she said to herself. Not like Charlie at all. Charlie is all lean and tan. Mike is pale and flabby.
Mike rolled on his side, propped his head on one hand, and used the fingers of the other to spread and explore Cookie's pussy. His touch sent continuous waves of fire burning through her.
Cookie had one leg bent so her thighs were spread open. Lying with her head resting on one arm, she stared at his stiff pink phallus. It was inches from her face. She could see the different textures: the purplish glands had a fine velvet pattern. The skin of the shaft was smoother, but rippled more. The tiny slit at the tip seemed to smirk at her. She touched his prick delicately, and a shimmering, shining drop of crystal clear fluid appeared in the slit as if by magic. It had the warm, musky smell that excited her so much.
She sucked in her breath with surprise when he touched her, probed her shining inner folds with his finger. She felt her vagina flood from the stimulation. She curled her fingers around his phallus and squeezed it. Another thick clear drop oozed out and slid heavily down the curve of his glands. She touched it with her finger, then smeared it into a shining layer all over the head of his cock. It made his phallus look shiny and even more luscious and inviting than it had before.
She licked her lips. Her heart was hammering very hard as she thought about what she was going to do. Her mouth watered at the smell of his oozings.
A cocksucker. She was going to be a cocksucker. She was going to suck his cock. Just the word made her pussy drool with excitement. Her cunt was watering almost as much as her mouth was at the idea of taking that tower of meat between her lips and drawing the thick cum out of it.
She opened her mouth. She closed her eyes and eased her head forward, using touch only to guide his cock to her mouth. She felt the heat of it against lips. It was titanic. She had to open her mouth still wider. She managed to keep from more than barely brushing the round knob of its head until it was well into her mouth. She exhaled a hot draft that swirled around the nerve-loaded tip of his prick.
Then she closed her lips around it, and her mouth was filled with the wonderful taste of sex. It was like-like eating the biggest hot dog in the world, only better. This was five, quivering, oozing flesh. She pressed her tongue against the soft, rubbery, velvety, curving head. Then she traced the groove behind it with the tip of her tongue. She found the slit and wiggled the point of her tongue into it, trying to drill out the little crater.
"Holy shit!" Mike gasped. His fingers jabbed painfully into her crotch.
Cookie backed away from his phallus and looked at it. It was shining with her spit now. Then she looked down to Mike's face. It was half a foot away from her wide open crotch.
"Liked that, huh?"
"God, yeah. What'd you do, anyway?"
"Just this," she answered, demonstrating, wedging her tongue into the little slit again.
"Don't stop," he groaned.
"Why not?" she teased.
"Christ, you don't know what that does to me. I'm gonna cum right in your mouth."
"Isn't that what cocksucking is all about?"
"Yeah," he admitted. "I guess it is."
"How do you think I'd taste?" she asked.
"You mean-there?" He pointed at her pussy.
"Of course, dummy."
"I-I don't know."
"You want me to suck your cock?"
"Uh huh," he acknowledged reluctantly, seeing where she was headed.
"You want it bad enough to-eat my pussy?" she asked.
"You mean-uh-sixty-nine?"
"I don't know what that means. What I mean is, I'll suck your cock if you'll eat my pussy-push your tongue into me, suck on my clit."
"That's sixty-nine," Mike explained. "When you write sixty-nine, the tails of the two numbers sort of mesh."
"Well, will you do it?" Cookie asked, not caring about his explanation in the slightest.
"I-I don't know."
"Chicken!" she snorted. "I've already taken your cock in my mouth. All you've done is poke at me with your big hammy fingers."
"I-don't think I can get my tongue in your hole. It's too small," he said lamely. He inspected her more closely. "There's a sort of a membrane or something that closes it off."
"Jesus! That's because I'm a virgin, stupid," she snorted. "That's my hymen. Haven't you ever heard of that?"
"Uh, yeah, but I didn't know what it looked like," Mike answered.
"The real good part for me is my clit anyway."
"Where's that?" he asked.
"It's up near the top, sort of a bump," she explained. "I've been doing some exploring on my own. It hides under a flap of skin."
"You mean here?" he asked, jabbing it.
"Yeeeaahhhh!" she screamed as a fiery explosion swept through her.
"Oh."
"Well, my God, are you going to, or aren't you?" she demanded, totally exasperated. She was supposed to be a shy, blushing virgin, but he was driving her nuts with his reluctance. "I did wash myself this morning," she assured him. "I'm clean."
"All right, all right," he snapped, stung.
"You'll do it?" Her guts knotted into a hard ball of excitement
"I-I'll do it if you promise to suck my cock and swallow my cum."
She didn't bother to answer, or to tell him that she wanted to. Instead, she licked the head of his cock, and pushed her face forward on it taking the huge tower into her mouth and sucking on it. His exploring touch on her pussy sent her lust boiling again. Then she felt hot air touch her slippery folds, and her belly heaved with excitement
She pushed her head forward, driving his cock to the back of her mouth, feeling it squash her tongue flat with its bulk. The head of it pressed her soft palate, then the back of her tongue, and she fought the urge to gag. The touch of Mike's tongue on her clit cured the gagging reflex and she drew on the hot tower of meat scrubbed it with her tongue, squeezed it against the roof of her mouth.
Inches in front of her face, blurred by the closeness, were his heavy, freckled, hairy thighs. Even with her nose was the dark, wrinkled sack of his balls. A few long curling red hairs sprouted from pimple-like follicles. Closing her eyes, with her hand she measured the amount of cock outside her mouth. She was amazed to discover that while it felt like she had most of it in her, at least half of it still separated her lips from his pubic bush.
The fire in her guts from his tongue in her dripping pussy grew and grew. She moved her head up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. She tried to duplicate with her mouth the pumping motion he had shown her that night in the car when she was doing him with her hands. She felt the skin of his prick slipping over the hard, rippled inner column of blood-inflated meat. The ridge on the underside of his phallus was against her upper lip. It was more yielding than the top and sides of the shaft. The glands was softer still. She pressed and molded it with her tongue, squeezing it against her hard palate.
"Ow! Watch your teeth!" Mike snarled.
She backed away and apologized, took a deep breath, and returned to her task. Covering her teeth with her lips made it harder. She eased his stiff, throbbing penis into her mouth, letting it wedge her open until her jaw was aching from the distension. Changing the angle of her head eased that, and she fucked her head back and forth, back and forth. She kept her tongue pressed hard against his phallus, so the head was squeezed up against the roof of her mouth. She also pinched it with her lip-covered teeth.
Mike's lips closed on her clitoris, and Cookie's hips heaved. She tightened her thighs around his head. One was under his head like a pillow. The other one clamped down on him from above, scissoring his skull between her soft thighs. Her pelvis worked, squirmed on his face. If he minded being suffocated in her pussy, there was no sign of it. She could even feel his nose pressing into her steamy folds. His breath blubbered in her cunt as his jaw worked and his lips sucked on her clit. Searing waves of flame were rippling through her.
She rammed her head down on his cock, harder and harder, ramming it to the back of her mouth so hard it hurt. She sucked, trying to draw blood and fluid out of his guts. She pinched his meat between her jaws. When she drew her head back, she pinched harder, trying to squeeze the fluid out the slitted tip. She had learned how hard to do it without hurting him. Every backward move of her head pressed a hot, salty flood into her mouth.
She swallowed and kept sucking on his phallus. She was heading toward that searing tidal wave that was an orgasm. His tongue tickled her clit while he held it between his lips. Her pelvis was heaving, squirming. Her thighs opened and closed around his head.
She was cumming. She was cumming, wave after wave of searing fire blistered through her thrashing body, wrenching her muscles. Her pussy erupted in a flood of blazing liquid that poured out over Mike's nose and cheeks. He kept right on sucking and chewing her clitoris.
His hips were ramming her, rolling on the bed as he fucked his cock into her sucking, working mouth. Instinctively, she matched his thrusts, rammed his cock down her throat harder and harder. All urge to gag was consumed in the blazing fire of her own orgasm.
The cock in her mouth trembled, convulsed, and, suddenly, spurted. Thick, hot, stinging fluid spattered her throat. She gulped automatically. Her swallowing kneaded the rubbery head of the phallus in the back of her mouth just as a second searing glob of cum burst from it and filled the back of her throat.
Then she was flooded with semen, delicious thick gooey semen. Sucking and swallowing, she wallowed in the endless, gummy waves of his orgasm. Her own blazed still higher, a fire that had been doused with gasoline. Her slender, eighteen-year-old body was a searing, writhing mass of carnal pleasure.
Her mouth was filled with the incomparable taste of semen as the spurting of his cock slowly faded. Sucking on him, she drew a few final drops out of his prick as it began to slowly shrink and soften.
Her belly heavy and hot with his cum, she spat out his dripping, shriveling penis. Her own orgasm faded into a delicious exhaustion. She wasn't upset when Mike told her his parents weren't due back for dinner. She called home and got permission to have dinner with Mike.
A few minutes later, the two of them were scampering, still naked, down to the kitchen. Carefully avoiding any windows, they got out soft drinks and make sandwiches.
Retreating to Mike's room, they sat on the bed to eat.
"How come you won't let me fuck you?" Mike asked.
Cookie was sitting tailor-style, her legs crossed, her crotch gaping wide. She shrugged. " 'Cause I don't want to," she replied vaguely.
"Why not?"
"Just because. I want-someone else, the first time, that's all."
She wanted her brother, but wasn't about to tell Mike that. He was the blabby type. Probably he'd be bragging about the way she had sucked his cock before she even got to her own front door.
"Tell me the truth," he urged. "Had you ever sucked cock before?"
"No. And I'll bet you never had your cock sucked before."
"You're right. Never ate pussy before, either."
"Never fucked a girl either, have you?" she asked.
"No."
"Well, I want someone who's experienced the first time," she announced.
"How come? We could both learn together."
"Because, dummy, it hurts the first time for a girl. Someone who's experienced will be more gentle and careful. Besides, I don't want to get pregnant, and I bet you don't have any rubbers around."
"No," he admitted morosely. "But I could get some."
"Ho, ho, ho! I can just see you, going into a drugstore and asking for some. Jeez, Mike, I don't know. They'd laugh you right out the door!"
"So, you can't get the pill without a prescription," he snapped.
"I know," she acknowledged sadly. "If I was on the pill I'd get bigger breasts, too."
"Yours are nice," Mike said with unexpected gallantry. "I don't like big boobs. All saggy and soft."
"Fiddlesticks."
"No, honest," he insisted. He reached out and touched one pert pink nipple tenderly. "They're nice and firm, but soft, too. They're real pretty. I like 'em."
His touch, and his words brought renewed warmth to her crotch. In a few minutes they were lying together on the bed, their hands caressing each other's sex. She pumped her hand on his phallus slowly and easily. He had his finger up in her pussy. It had hurt a little, but this time she didn't mind so much because it would make it easier when she did finally get Charlie to burst the flimsy barrier to her vagina.
She studied Mike's cock as she pumped her hand on it slowly. She was amazed that she had succeeded in getting it into her mouth. She could still feel his cum in her stomach. It made her feel good to know that she had done it, and liked it. Maybe someday she could suck her brother's cock, too.
Gradually, her lust built from the feeling of Mike's pumping finger in her cunt. Yet she felt empty, some-how. She needed something bigger in her tunnel. "Put two fingers in me."
She braced herself for the pain. It came, and went quickly, leaving a vague ache, and pleasure. He was pressing her clit against her pubic bone as he fucked his two fingers in and out of her vagina.
She speeded her pumping of his penis, then reached down and fondled his heavy testicles. There was that exciting, sticky sound between her hand and his meat as she hand-fucked him.
She was soaring toward another orgasm, a long, slow, hot one. Closing her eyes, she imagined her brother, fought to picture him naked. Her excitement blazed higher and higher and higher. Finally it swept over her, a long, lazy cumming.
The cock in her fist pulsed and spurted, jetted thick, white, drops of semen high in the air. It spattered back down, scalding her hands and arms. She milked wave after wave of sperm out of him.
In her mind was the laughing, tan, handsome face of her brother. His eyes were sparkling with delight.
The return to reality when she opened her eyes left her feeling vaguely sad and tired. It was late when she left Mike's house to go home. The car was gone. Her parents were still out. Stealthily, she crept to Charlie's door and opened it.
His penis was pallid, limp, drained. He looked exhausted. He was on his back, snoring softly. It was the first time she had seen him naked since he had matured. He was beautiful. Hearing a car, she reluctantly closed his door and retreated to her own room.
She wondered how she would ever get him to take her the way she wanted to be taken. She lay awake a long time, plotting. Finally, she dropped off to sleep, his image in her head, her fingers in her pussy. They were drenched by her self-induced orgasm. She felt totally drained.