Charlie was moving so fast the screen door didn't slam shut until he was halfway across the back yard. He threw one arm out, grabbing the rough trunk of a tree, and stopped his headlong rush. Shaking, feeling as if the earth was trembling under him, he clung to the tree and fought to get himself under control.
"Oooooh, CHRIST!" he exploded. "Christ, Christ, Christ!" Desperately, vainly, he willed his hard-on away. He tried to blot out of his mind the memory of Cookie stretched out on her bed, languidly, provocatively naked. Her pale pink and white eighteen-year-old body had seemed to shimmer in the pool of sunlight coming in her window.
The rough bark of the tree scraped his forehead as he remembered the soft, pale mounds of her delectable, maturing breasts. He could still see her nipples, sharp pink buttons, stiff and upright.
And the whisper of gold that gleamed, and ornamented but didn't hide the rounded labia, the dark crevice of her pussy. His guts twisted at the memory. His cock and balls had reacted with a raw animal power that terrified him.
Christ, hadn't she known he was still home? Why in hell had she left the door open if she was going to be-be exposing herself like that? What the hell was she doing anyway, lying on her bed naked in the middle of the afternoon?
What kind of pervert was he? She was his sister, his little sister. She was just a kid, a gangly, gawky kid. How could he want to-to pound his cock into that sweet, virginal, beautiful, gold-misted cunt of hers?
But Jesus, she was beautiful. And she wasn't gangly or gawky anymore. She was petite, slender, and graceful. She was so beautiful it made him hurt. Her pale blonde hair that used to be stringy was lush and soft now, and hung down almost to her shoulders. Legs that had been bony and skinny were now slender and graceful.
He had to be wrong, of course, but he could have sworn that instead of being shocked at seeing him in her doorway, she had been delighted. Her sweet mouth could have been rounded into an "O" of horror. Or, could it have been some kind of carnal invitation? It looked as if she expected him to thrust his cock between her dainty lips and down her throat.
"No!" he groaned. It had to be his imagination. She was only eighteen, for God's sake. She probably didn't know anything about real sex, certainly didn't know anything about cocksucking. That was for girls like Jan, wantons who had already had a string of lovers by the time they were Cookie's age.
Charlie glanced fearfully at the house. The windows stared back at him, hollow and empty-and menacing. He couldn't go back in there. He couldn't be sure what he would do. There was a blazing, uncontrollable knot of need in his guts. He had to find some release for it. If he went in the house, he wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself.
Jan, he had to see Jan. They didn't have a date or anything. Her parents might be home. But she was the only solution he could think of. If she wasn't there, he'd have to slink off somewhere and jack himself off. He didn't want to think of that possibility. Masturbation provided pallid pleasure in comparison with the searing ecstasy he got with Jan.
He sprinted all the way to her house. Reaching her front door, he stopped, his finger on the doorbell. What if she wasn't home? Worse, what if her parents were home? How could he face them and ask for Jan, knowing what he did about them, and what he wanted to do with their supposedly sweet, innocent daughter? He drew his hand away.
Then he heard the splashing from behind the house. Cautiously, feeling like a sneak thief, he crept around the house to the gate through the high fence. All he could hear was splashing. He couldn't tell if it was one person or four. But there was no car in the driveway and the garage was empty.
He hesitated, in an agony of indecision, trapped between overwhelming sexual hunger, and fear of walking in and making an ass of himself in front of her and her parents. He couldn't think of anything worse than that!
Then he thought of returning home, to Cookie. The memory of her body, glowing in the sunlight, decided him. His lust had overwhelmed everything else in him. He had to have a woman, he had to!
Cautiously, he tested the gate. It was unlocked, and unlatched silently. Taking a deep, shaky breath, he eased it open. Peering through, he found that the pool blocked his view of most of the yard. A glittering spray of water arced into the air. Then a slender hand came into view. That was all. Nothing else.
It had to be that Jan was in the pool, alone. God! Now as long as she didn't throw him out because he hadn't called or anything. He slipped through the gate and closed it carefully behind him.
For a moment he hesitated, remembering how she said she always swam when she was alone, then mustered his courage. If he was naked, maybe the sight of his cock would heat her up enough to keep her from rejecting him. With shaking hands, he stripped, throwing his clothes in an untidy heap on the grass. Then he advanced around the curve of the pool, his toes curling into the prickling grass.
"Charlie!" Jan exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
Charlie Froze, felt himself dying inside, the blood draining from him as if he had been ripped open with a knife. He tried, desperately, to figure out the tangle of arms and legs on the lounge he once had shared with Jan. Oh, God! It couldn't be! He thought he had envisioned the worst, but this was much worse than anything he had imagined. He couldn't take his eyes off the tableau in front of him.
Jan was nude. Her pale skin gleamed in the sun, her jet black hair was tousled and mussed. She was astride a man. Her black pubic patch was tangled with his dark brown one. Obviously, his cock was driven up into her hot, wet vagina.
"Well, hello there, Handsome!" a female voice exclaimed, making him whirl around. "If it isn't Charlie Crandall!"
Charlie gaped, and wished he had a place to hide, then was glad he didn't. He wasn't sure. The girl on the pool deck, the one who had been swimming when he had slipped through the gate, was as nude as he, and Jan, and the boy under her.
"Puh-puh-Polly?" he managed to gasp. He felt like a total moron as he raked his eyes over her naked body.
She was sitting on the deck. Her legs were bent, and she was leaning her head on her knees. Her arms were around her legs. Her blue eyes glittered as she studied him boldly. "I had no idea you had so much to offer," she observed.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice squeaking absurdly. Then he realized what a dumb question it was.
"I could ask you the same thing, Charlie," Jan observed acidly.
"Ignore the twerp, will you, Jan," the boy under her ordered. He was fondling her cone-shaped breasts, the same breasts Charlie loved so much. "We got more important things to do, right?" He heaved his hips up, stirring his cock in her pussy.
"Ohhh, yeah," Jan agreed, sighing.
"Come on up, Charlie," Polly invited. "I thought I was going to have to wait my turn, but I think otherwise now."
Charlie ripped his stricken gaze off Jan, and looked at Polly again. Of all the girls he knew, she was the last one he would have expected to find here, in these circumstances. She was-sweet, and clean and pure, as pure as Cookie, not like Jan at all. Or so he had thought. Her soft brown hair was always perfectly arranged in curls that brushed the shoulders of her chic yet demure dresses. Her complexion was always peaches and cream, her lips a pretty cupid bow. Her figure was softer and rounder than Jan's, but not plump.
She leaned back on her arms. Her back was very straight. One knee was raised. She was obviously posing for him. Her breasts were softer, smaller and rounder than Jan's. Her nipples were light pink. Her thighs were softer and rounder and-hell, she was damn pretty.
After what had happened with Cookie, it didn't take much to send Charlie's lust blazing. Also there was his jealousy of Jan, and the sight of her screwing whoever the hell it was under her, and the promise of Polly's body.
His sweaty hands squirmed on the ladder as he climbed briskly. His cock was waving and swinging heavily in front of him.
He stood over her, staring down at her hungrily, flexing his hands nervously. She met his gaze with twinkling, deep blue eyes. Her dainty mouth was smiling faintly. Her belly was soft and round. Her pubic bush was fine, light brown hair. He could see her slit through the wet twists of hair.
"Cat got your tongue?" she teased.
He shook himself out of his reverie. "Hi," he managed awkwardly. He sat down next to her, close enough to feel the warmth from her. Her eyes held his. He leaned toward her, feeling as if he were being reeled in by her steady gaze.
Her lips felt as soft and warm and thrilling as they looked. They opened, invited his tongue to explore her. His hand slipped over and found one of her soft, warm breasts without having to grope for it. His thumb stroked over her nipple. He felt it bounce in response. He followed her down, maintaining the wet, sucking, tasting kiss as she stretched out on her back in the warm sun.
Her body was soft and warm against his as he lay beside her. He petted and fondled her breast, loving the feel of it as much as he had the feel of Jan's. Maybe even more.
Polly's fingers curled around his phallus and drew a hot, stinging flow of juices from him. As she smeared the fluid, over his seething prick, her fingers skated on the thin, slick film. She thumbed his cock-head with easy familiarity.
Charlie was aware of the sounds of fucking-soft slurping, slapping sounds from Jan and whoever it was under her. It increased his flaming jealousy and searing lust. Impatiently, he heaved himself over onto Polly's slight, yielding body. She welcomed his assault, spread her thighs for him, wrapped her arms around him and ground her mouth against his even harder. Her breasts were warm, soft pillows between them, her nipples hard knots digging delightfully into his chest.
Reaching down, Charlie grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the bulb of it up through the fine curls of Polly's pussy. He split her crack open with it, rapped her clit with the glands.
"Go, fucker!" Polly urged.
Charlie's cock burned as he seared it up and down Polly's crack. Feeling it pop into her vaginal opening, he didn't wait, but raped it into her with a single powerful thrust of his hips.
"Awwwww!" Polly gasped, breaking the kiss. "Jesus! That's good!"
Charlie paused, his prick sunk in her hot, wet, slippery hole. Lifting his head, he stared down at her, amazed at how fast it had all happened.
Her face shone with a thin film of sweat. Her mouth looked bruised, and was slack with excitement. Her blue eyes gazed up at him.
"How does it feel?" she asked softly.
"Like I've got my cock in a boiling pool."
When Polly laughed, he felt the vibrations in her vagina. "You feel like a fucking telephone pole," she replied.
Charlie drew out, then thrust his cock back into her tight velvet tunnel, feeling her hot flesh burn against his. Her eyes glazed as he moved in her. Her hands rested gently on his shoulders, her carefully manicured nails gleamed in the sun. She let her arms go limp and spread them wide, as if she were waiting to be crucified.
He rammed his spike into her guts again, and watched her writhe under him as she took it. Pushing up on his arms, he looked down between them to where his thick brown bush meshed with her fine, light one. Her thighs were spread wide, her knees bent, forming a cradle for him. He drew back, and watched his heavy, ivory, shiny shaft emerge from her. He drew out and out and out, until he could see the groove near the head. Now just the tip of his prick was still in her pussy. Then he pushed, and watched his cock disappear into her clinging tight hole. The tendons on the insides of her thighs were drawn tight by her spraddle-legged position. His hips jammed into her crotch, his pubic bone cracked against hers, and she gasped with pleasure.
He drew out again, fascinated by the sight of his cock emerging from her guts. That, the musky smell of sex, the sticky sound of their coupling, and the incredible feeling of her tight vagina embracing his phallus, all combined to send his lust soaring.
"Don't hold back," she whispered. "Take me hard, take me hard."
Charlie rammed his cock into her, slamming his hips into her crotch. Her breasts were trembling from the powerful impact of his body against hers. The breath was being driven from her in harsh grunts. Charlie rammed into her hard and fast.
His arms tiring, he lowered himself onto her, reluctantly giving up the sight of his cock pistoning in and out of her. He felt her breasts, soft and squashy and sweat-slippery against his chest. Reaching down, he grabbed her ass and heaved her hips up. With the better angle into her cunt, he drove deeper and harder into her. The searing fire was growing in his balls as his cumming drew closer.
The sun blazed down on his back as he pistoned his cock in and out of the girl under him. Her soft, delicate body took his drives, welcomed the powerful thrust of his cock into her. Her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched in his hands as he squeezed them hard. His fingers were in the hot sweaty crack between them.
"Aw-aw-yeah-yeah-r-eeeyeah," Polly moaned ecstatically. Her body knotted under him as her orgasm seared through her. Her hips heaved upward, her ass clenched, her vagina spasmed.
Charlie rammed into her, quickly, sharply, and felt his cumming rip through him. He heaved his cock into her, trying to ram it completely through her quivering body. His balls unloaded their contents in quick, sharp, jerking spasms that rocked him to the core. His orgasm was so powerful he felt as if he was being burned it two by a torch that started in his crotch and ripped up through his jerking body. He felt scalding thick wads of semen blast into her clutching pussy.
He wrung his nuts dry before he let his orgasm fade to a delicious ache. Then he slumped on top of her. He could feel her ribs heaving as she fought to breathe. When she shoved urgently on his chest with her small hands, he rolled off her and his flaccid prick slipped out of her sodden pussy, and trailed a thick gooey stream across one of her thighs.
Lying on his side, his head on one arm, he studied her. She was on her back. Her chest was moving evenly and deeply. Her stomach was sucked in and was trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her nipples were still swollen, and a pink flush was just fading from her pale skin. He slid one hand up her torso and cupped his fingers around one of her soft, round breasts. They sagged and flattened under the pull of gravity, unlike Jan's firmer boobs. He decided he liked Polly's better. He thumbed her nipple slowly and tenderly, then circled his thumb around her pink areolae.
"Mmmmm, I didn't know you had it in you," she murmured softly.
"On your feet, fuckers," Jan ordered as she climbed up to the pool deck.
"Go fuck yourself," Charlie said without even looking at her. "I-didn't know you went in for-uh-screwing," he said softly to Polly.
She turned her head and smiled contentedly. "Sweet, goody two-shoes Polly likes to fuck, Charlie. Among other things."
"What other things?" he asked hesitantly, not quite sure he wanted to know.
"Oh, a little sucking, a little buggering."
"Buggering?"
"You know. Up the ass."
"Oh." His guts knotted up pleasantly at the thought. "That's about the best of all."
"I've never tried it," he said nonchalantly. Actually, he had never even thought of it.
"Well, after your appendage regains its strength," Polly said, stroking his prick, "we can give it a try, if you like."
"Okay," Charlie said, trying not to sound too eager.
"Right now, why don't we cool off a bit?" Polly suggested.
Charlie rolled toward the pool. Jan and her burly stud were floating lazily off to one side. Her hand was curled around his limp, but still impressive, cock. He was big, stocky. Charlie recognized him from school. He was a senior, but Charlie didn't know him.
"Okay, but let's stay away from Jan," he suggested.
"Jealous, huh? Even after me?"
"It was a bit of a jolt," he admitted.
"Well, get one thing straight," Polly said sweetly. "Two rules with me. No blabbing is number one. The second is that no one has a claim on anyone. Clear?"
"I'm learning. I made a mistake about Jan. I should have known better. I won't make the same mistake about you."
"You don't need to make it sound like a crime," Polly protested, sitting up. "Besides, Jan just snitched Ralph from me. Don't feel too bad."
"Sorry," he apologized.
"Don't be. He can be a pain in the ass at times. But not exactly in that way, if you know what I mean."
She squirmed her bare body across his, making sure every inch of her pressed him. "Come on, let's swim," she said, slithering off into the water.
He followed her and they floated languidly across the pool. His arm brushed hers from time to time. It felt satin-soft and warm in the cool water. He was still bothered by the fact that until a few minutes ago, he had thought she was one of the most virginal girls in school. She was a top student, in the orchestra, had been class vice-president one year. He had admired her from a distance for as long as he could remember. Her cool, composed, flawless beauty had scared him.
He kept glancing over at her, marveling that he had just had her.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
"Sorry," he apologized.
"Hell, look away," she urged. "I like being looked at."
He shook his head. "I don't get it," he said at last. "You're the last person on earth I hoped to get a date with, let alone, uh…"
"Let alone fuck. Crazy, huh? Pretty Polly, teacher's pet, likes to be petted with a penis." She sounded a little bitter.
He waited. Silence. "How long?" he asked at last.
"Not as long as I'd like," she answered. "God, I was a fool!"
"About sex?"
"About sex, about my parents, about virginity, about a lot of things. You know about Jan's parents?" she asked warily.
Charlie nodded. "They're into-uh-swinging."
"Yeah, well, my parents know her parents. All the time they're hitting me with the chastity, purity, virginity bullshit, they're coming over here and balling away. First I knew about it was when Jan clued me in."
Charlie decided he better ease her out of her mood. "Hey, look, this is getting too heavy. Let's go watch Jan and Ralph. Maybe it'll give us some ideas."
"The thing that really bugs me," Polly went on, following him to the edge of the pool, "is all the fun I missed all these years. I'll bet Cookie is into all sorts of things."
"She's only eighteen!" Charlie protested sharply. "She's a virgin!"
Polly pulled herself up out of the water with an easy grace. "Are you sure!"
Charlie opened his mouth, then closed it, realizing that he had no reason to be sure. The thought was like a knife in his guts. He remembered how Cookie had looked, sprawled naked on her bed. He felt as if his insides were being shredded. Nothing was what it appeared to be anymore-not Jan, not Polly, not himself, and probably not his baby sister, either.
"Come on, let's go grab the lounge," Polly said, leading the way to the ladder. "And we better get oiled up before we get burned."
Charlie strolled past Jan and Ralph, trying to appear casual and get a good look at them at the same time. Jan was sucking Ralph's cock. Charlie bumped into the handrail of the ladder and groped his way down. Polly was already on her back on the lounge. She was holding the sun tan lotion.
For a moment, Charlie just stood over her and stared. His throat knotted. Polly was softer, sweeter, more feminine than Jan, more developed than Cookie. Polly was curvy and pink and warm-looking. Taking the sun tan oil from her, he began spreading it over her body. There was no subterfuge or delaying. He spread the oil over her breasts, feeling her soft flesh yield to his fingers. He made her nipples stiffen and swell by rubbing them vigorously with his fingers. One after the other he kissed them, sucked them into his mouth, rolled them with his tongue. Polly ran her fingers through his brown curls encouragingly. Her breathing quickened, became ragged.
Kneeling beside her on the lounge, he slid one hand down her soft tummy. He dug a finger into her navel before continuing down to her pubic bush. Her thighs opened and he pressed his finger to her hot, slippery, juicy pussy.
"Ahhhh," she sighed softly, pulling on his head as he suckled on her tit. Arching her back, she thrust her soft breast into his face. She rolled slightly, making just the soft flesh of her boob twist as he retained possession of her nipple. Her stomach fluttered with lust as he rested his arm on it, while he worked his finger in her cunt.
Aching from being doubled up, without relinquishing his grip on her pussy and her tits, Charlie straightened slowly and stretched out beside her. His own lust was burning with stellar brightness, melting his nerves. His cock, stiff and heavy, lay up against one of her soft warm thighs.
Still holding his face to her breasts with one hand, she reached down with her other and curled her fingers around his prick. She played on his tool like the accomplished oboe player she was. He felt thick lubricant being smeared into a slick, hot layer over the end of his penis. Her finger found the nerve bud under his glands, and milked out a hot spurt of juices with deft skill.
Drawing back from her breasts, he lay with his head resting on her arm. Her fingers tickled his ear. He watched the play of her expressions as he explored the hot folds of her pussy. Her labia were wet and swollen. He fingered them gently. He brushed her clit with his slick fingers, and watched her mouth sag open with pleasure. Her chest heaved when she gasped, and her nipples seemed to stiffen even more. Her hand convulsed around his phallus, then loosened and began playing with him gently again.
"So nice," she murmured softly.
Charlie remained silent, and continued playing with her crotch with his left hand. Shifting his head, using her chest as a pillow, he gazed down along her belly. Her skin was unblemished perfection. When he blew on it, her stomach contracted sharply. He fingered her clitoris delicately, gauging her excitement by the heaving of her chest under his head, the drumming of the heartbeat in his ear.
"God, you're driving me nuts," she sighed. "Don't stop, don't stop yet. But don't make me cum, either. Ahhh, God, I'm so close, but I don't want to cum. I want to be driven crazy, crazy, crazy."
Charlie was being driven mad by the fingers playing on his prick, and the knowledge of what he was doing to Polly. There was incredible pleasure in tormenting her carnally, keeping her on the verge of orgasm, yet not tumbling her over the edge. The hand on his prick clenched tight, and he withdrew from her pussy until she relaxed, slid back from the edge of her climax.
"Bastard," she hissed. "I love it! But when I cum, I want your cock up my ass. Understand that? Up my Ass!"
"Just tell me when," he answered, shifting his head off her chest, easing his hand back in her cunt. "How about now?" he asked. He was so excited he was having trouble talking.
"Yeah." Her face was sweaty, strained with carnal need as she struggled up. "Have to grease your cock. Where's the sun tan oil?"
He lay propped up on his elbows, staring down at himself as she tenderly covered his entire prick with the slippery lotion. She crooned to his cock, bent her head and kissed its tip tenderly, bringing it to a still higher pitch, then backing off before he could cum.
"You get to oil my butt," she informed him, handing him the lotion. "Make sure you get a lot into my hole."
Turning away from him, she got to her hands and knees. The round, firm, white moons of her buttocks gleamed in the sun. Her spread legs gave him plenty of room between them.
Kneeling between her calves, Charlie dribbled a stream of sun tan oil at the top end of her crack. The heavy white stream oozed slowly down into the dark crevice as he set the squeeze bottle aside. Then he slid his fingers down her crack, smearing the oily liquid over her flesh. He could see the brown hole of her anus, and touched it. Reflexively, it clenched at the contact. Polly shivered.
Meticulously, Charlie spread the lotion between her buttocks until her skin was shiny with it. He worked it into the bud of her asshole without penetrating her at all.
Then he covered his finger with a heavy dose of the greasy fluid and spread it thickly over her anus until it gleamed like a white eye. Putting his fingertip on the bright button, he thrust inward. He watched his finger disappear into her hot, greasy bowels. The sight turned him on as nothing ever had before. He drilled his index finger into her ass until the knuckles of his other fingers ground into the floor of her crack. Then he rotated his finger in her, twisting it like an awl.
"Aww, Jesus! Stop torturing me," Polly rasped, shaking her head like a bewildered, agonized animal. "I need your cock, your cock, dammit!"
Pulling his finger out, Charlie redosed his phallus with cream before setting the bottle aside. Then he set the bulbous head of his prick against the dark pucker of her asshole. Stiffening his already steel-hard cock with his fist, he pressed forward. Her anus pushed in, then slowly and agonizingly began to yield as his glands compressed under the pressure being put on it.
"Awww," Polly gasped, her arms folding. She rested her cheek on the lounge. "Awww!"
Charlie rammed into her with steady pressure. The rubbery end of his cock squeezed slowly into her tight ring, gradually forcing it wider and wider. The dark blush of the sphincter tightened as it gradually stretched to admit him.
"Uh!" Polly's grunt was sharp, a hard convulsion as her anal ring snapped into the groove behind his glands.
It felt almost as if her anal channel sucked his cock inward from that point. Her resistance was broken. He powered his brutal phallus into her hot, greasy bottom in one steady drive. The velvety walls of her rectum gripped his prick, rubbing his nerve endings into searing ecstasy, scraping the nerve knot on the underside of his penis until he thought he was going to erupt right away.
Then his hips jammed up against hers. His cock convulsed, on the verge of an orgasm, and then slowly quieted inside her. Gripping her pliable white waist in his hands, he held her tight against him and waited for his excitement to decrease.
He tried to analyze the sensation of having his prick in her rectum so he would be able to relive the experience later. It was exquisitely different from a vagina. It was tighter, hotter, less slippery. It had a gummy feel to it, rather than the oily slickness of a pussy. There wasn't the delicate stimulation of being sucked, either. It was a tight, all-embracing, velvety, greasy envelope around his cock.
He drew back, watching his phallus emerge from her asshole, watching her rectal sphincter tug outward from the incredible friction. He drew out until just the head of his penis was still in her tush, then powered back into her, and felt his nerves flame up again. He used his grip on her waist to steady her, to push her away as he drew out, to draw her toward him as, he rammed back into her colon.
Polly was whining senselessly. Her face was a blank mask of pleasure as she took his tool up her rear. Her tongue lolled loosely in her mouth and she drooled onto the lounge. She had one arm under her body, and Charlie could feel her fingers brushing his dangling, swinging balls as she fingered her pussy.
Her touch on his testicles brought his orgasm still closer, made him speed his thrusts into her tail. His balls swung and slapped her hand and her pussy as he slammed into her. His cock was aflame from the blistering friction of her anus. He could feel creamy cum pooling in his groin, could feel his muscles cocking themselves, getting ready to pump the thick heavy load into her.
"Cumming," he grated.
"Yeah," Polly panted. "Cum, cum like a geyser. Squirt your hot stuff way up my tail. I'm cumming, too. I'm cumming from your cock up my rear. I'm cumming, I'm cumming…" Her voice trailed off into a whisper of ecstasy.
Charlie was cumming, too. He was hauling back on Polly, trying to get his cock as far into her as possible. His semen powered down his channel with an unholy, blazing pressure, working against the tight embrace of her rectum. The thick gobs burst from the tip of his prick with explosive force and overwhelmed the back pressure of her intestinal contents. His whole body knotted with searing pleasure at the violent cumming. He wrung himself dry with every muscle in his body before he let his cock stop pumping.
When it was over, it was all over at once. His cock shuddered to a halt and instantly began to retreat and shrink as the blood poured out of it. Polly's rectum spasmed down, crapping him out of her. She slid forward and slumped on her face on the lounge, and Charlie dropped down, half on her. He could smell the shit on his finger as he held her shoulders and cuddled her soft, warm back.
Flickering across his mind, as his lust faded, was the vision of his sister as he had last seen her. He still wanted her so badly it hint.