"But Pete Sanders is coming over in about five minutes," Mike said in answer to Cookie's blunt invitation.
"So, bring him along. Or are you the selfish type?"
"Now wait a minute," Mike protested.
"I'm telling you, Mike, you get over here right now and you'll never regret it. This is your chance, and if you screw it up, you, can just forget me. If you're not here in fifteen minutes, I'll go out and get laid by someone else."
Slamming the receiver down, she stalked angrily around the house, cursing all males, especially her stupid brother! Well, she'd show him she wasn't the little girl he seemed to think she was. She'd prove that boys wanted her.
"Ohh, Charlie, damn you," she moaned, miserably slumping onto the couch. The rough weave of the upholstery scratched her naked ass. She didn't want Mike, or Pete Sanders. She wanted Charlie, her own brother. Couldn't he see that? Why the hell did he think she had stripped as soon as their parents had gone out, stripped, and stretched out on her bed where he couldn't help seeing her?
And he had wanted her, hadn't he? It could have been just shock on his face, but his eyes had burned over her bare body, picking out her too-small breasts and golden-thatched cunt before he had wrenched himself away from her doorway. If he had wanted her, why hadn't he come in and taken what she was offering?
The sound of the door chimes jarred her out of that train of thought and brought a jolt of fear. Suddenly she wasn't quite sure she wanted to go through with it. The insistent clatter of the chimes kept on. It had been less than ten minutes-she Could hardly pretend she wasn't home. She couldn't back out now, could she?
What did she think she was doing, inviting two boys over to-to fuck her? The thought made her guts knot with excitement. It was mad, but she knew she was going to go through with it. She had to prove to herself that she was desirable. She'd never tell Charlie, but she'd do it, right now. In minutes she would no longer be a virgin.
"All right!" she shouted. Remembering she was naked, she kept behind the door when she opened it, and beckoned Mike and Pete in quickly. If anyone told her parents she had let two boys into the house when she was here alone, they'd kill her.
"Christ!" Mike blurted out stupidly when he saw she was naked.
"Hiya," Pete Sanders said, grinning broadly. His eyes raked over her from her head to her feet, then fastened on her golden pussy.
"Jesus!" Mike hissed.
"Oh, shut up," Cookie told him. "Come on upstairs to my room and get undressed."
She led the way through the house and up the stairs, feeling the two teenagers staring at her tight little bottom as she walked. She was determined and angry, but unfortunately, only marginally horny. She hoped that would change.
She stared impatiently out the window, waiting. She heard Mike and Pete undressing. She could still visualize Charlie, clinging to the trunk of the tree, practically beating his head against it before he fled. God, how she wished it was he behind her, instead of these two inexperienced clods.
Probably her brother was delivering his meat to Jan again. Well, he should be putting his cock in his sister, instead of a cheap slut.
Finally, she turned away from the window and flopped down on the bed. She lay on her back, eyeing Mike and Pete as they eyed her. They were both naked. They both had massive erections. The sight of two stiff pricks both frightened and excited Cookie;
Mike she had seen nude before. Pete was new. He was lean, skinny even. But his cock was an impressive tower of meat. It was even bigger than Mike's prick. Pete's jutted out stiffly from a thick mat of brown hair. His balls were drawn up tight against his groin.
Mike looked scared! The little twerp kept trying not to look at her pussy, at her body. He kept looking everywhere but at her, and then his eyes would dart furtively back to her.
But Pete stared at her boldly. His eyes weren't bulging with shock, they were slitted with concentration. Cookie had the feeling he was engraving every curve of her body on his memory. He was the same age as Mike, but he looked and acted a lot older.
He was the first one to move. He walked over to the bed, his hard-on bobbing and waving with a heavy grace. The slit at the tip had a determined expression to it, somehow.
Cookie pulled her eyes away from Pete's prick and looked up his wiry body. His nipples were perfect circles, each with a sharp point in the center. He was deeply tanned, even where most people have the mark of a bathing suit.
Cookie still felt a trickle of fear at what was about to happen to her. But she was also cheered by the fact that Pete obviously was experienced. He evidently spent more than a little time naked. It might be at home in his own back yard, or maybe at a nude beach.
His hand touched her cunt, and Cookie moaned softly. The lack of preliminaries, no touching of her breasts, no kisses, made the touch of his hand on her pussy very dramatic. She let her legs slide open and bent her knees. She felt her clit responding to his warm, even pressure by swelling and expanding. It was incredibly stimulated by his firm touch.
He kept his hand perfectly still. Cookie's breathing quickened. She felt her nipples becoming tumescent as if demanding attention for themselves. She tried to put a hot longing into her blue eyes. Pete's brown eyes glinted confidently in response. Her hips squirming, she tried to rub her pussy on his hand. He let his hand ride easily on her bucking pubis, denying her the stimulation she was seeking.
The seemingly frozen situation did more to build Cookie's lust than direct rolling of her clit would have. Pete had even succeeded in driving Charlie out of her mind. She was being engulfed in a whirling pool of lust that centered around the hand on her crotch. She felt herself sinking deeper and deeper and deeper into a relentless maelstrom of passion. Soon even the room and Mike vanished. All that remained was her hunger, and Pete, and the hand on her pussy, and the whirlpool of her spiraling desire.
There was a ripple in the whirl. Something was between her pussy lips! Delicately, gently, a finger explored her, but stayed well clear of the burning knot of her clitoris. It probed the vestibule of her sex with deft skill.
Pete's expression changed subtly, and Cookie realized that he now knew she was a virgin. She figured he had suspected it. Obviously, he was pleased he was right. She stared up at him hungrily. She couldn't talk-all she could do was plead with her eyes.
"Hey, what're you doing?" Mike asked, intruding rudely, advancing on the bed.
"Shut up, Mike!" Pete ordered, not taking his eyes from Cookie's.
"But she's my girl!" Mike argued.
"No one belongs to anyone else, do they, Cookie?"
"No," she agreed, almost hypnotized by his confidence. Then her eyes closed and Pete pressed his finger on her clitoris and triggered a hot, thick wave of liquid from her vagina.
"You'll get your turn, Mike," she heard Pete say. His voice seemed to ring and echo down a long tunnel.
The hot pool in her crotch told her she was ready. And she knew Pete knew she was ready. She felt the bed shift and shudder as he eased himself down beside her. The pressure of his hand on her pussy didn't change, but the finger on her clit moved harder and faster. Blindly, she reached out. and found his stiff, hard shaft and gripped it. It felt huge, monstrous, big enough to rip her wide open. Her fear was quickly drowned in searing lust as his finger skillfully manipulated her clit.
He slid one arm under her head, and she lifted, then pillowed it on his arm. She was limp, his to do with as he wanted. She wasn't able to act on her own, was only able to react to him.
He eased over between her spread thighs and settled between them without letting go of her pussy. Then he let his weight come down on her crotch and pulled his hand away. Her fingers were still gripping his cock. She guided it to her vaginal gate. She nestled the head of it against her hymen. Then she drew her hand out from between them.
He pushed into her. She felt his prick drive at her membrane, stretching and tugging it, spreading the two-finger opening already there. He pushed harder, and it stretched more. There was a dull ache to the stretching now.
He shoved, and she bit back a sharp cry of pain. Cutting, tearing agony seared up from her crotch, then changed to an ache, then faded. Suddenly she was full, fuller than she had ever believed possible.
But he wasn't really in her. She felt him move, and realized that he was only about one third of the way into her vagina. She felt him pull back, and felt a spasm of pain when the shreds of her hymen were pulled out. Then he pushed in, deeper than before. He drew back, then pushed in, still deeper.
She clutched him to her, loving the sensation of having her vagina slowly stretched open as he eased his way into it.
Her hips heaved in response as he pumped steadily deeper into her cunt. Her thighs spread wide, she pressed her heels into the bed to lift her hips. Her pelvis moved in an instinctive, rocking motion that rolled her clitoris between them like a bearing, a bearing that was all nerves.
His hands gripped the tight knots of her buttocks as he rammed his cock into her fully. She felt a jolt as it hit the end of her vagina and began stretching that flexible tube lengthwise as well as crosswise. She was totally glutted with cock, stuffed to the bursting point with prick.
She opened her eyes and looked vaguely around her bedroom, seeming to see it for the first time. All the colors were brighter, all the lines sharper and clearer. And there was Mike, wiping his mouth nervously with the back of his hand as he watched her being deflowered. He looked stricken at being deprived of the honor of taking her virginity.
Reaching out, Cookie gripped his hand and drew him down, her lips seeking his. Their mouths mingled in a hot, sucking, probing kiss as Pete began to fuck his cock in and out of her tight, virginal pussy. Finding Mike's cock with her hand, she pumped it, and felt hot fluid sting her fingers. He tried to pull away, but she held on, refused to let him go, loving the feeling of one body on and in her, a second against her side; one mouth panting in her ear, another kissing her.
She began to cum, slowly at first, and then in a powerful rush as Pete pistoned his prick faster and harder. He crashed against her clitoris with every downward stroke. He was heaving at her ass, gripping her buttocks so hard she could feel the crack between them being pulled open, stretching until cold air touched the sensitive bud of her anus, drying the hot liquid that had flooded out over it from her pussy.
Pete rammed into her again. His cock began to spurt, and thick wads of cum rammed into her guts. She wondered vaguely if the pirated pills she had acquired would be effective. But it didn't matter now, all that mattered was the searing ecstasy of her first true fuck. Her vagina spasmed around Pete's spouting cock. Mike was squirming around as if he wanted to fuck the crack between her body and Pete's.
Pete's orgasm faded and his grip on her ass relaxed. Then Mike was pushing impatiently, and Pete was yielding. Cookie's orgasm didn't have a chance to fade away before another cock was ramming into her cunt, stuffing and filling her. Mike rammed his phallus into her with quick, sharp, relentless drives that jolted the wind out of her, made her chuff like an engine. She kept on cumming and cumming and cumming.
Mike's orgasm came quickly. She felt a second load of semen spurting deep into her already glutted recesses. Her vaginal walls convulsed around her second jetting, spasming male organ. She writhed like an animal under Mike as her orgasm sparkled through her and she absorbed his heavy load of semen.
Then her cumming was fading and Mike's cock was shriveling, retreating from the hot pool of semen it had left. Struggling to breathe under a weight that was suddenly too much for her, Cookie tried to heave his bulk off her. He rolled away and she felt her ribs spring achingly back into shape. She was left alone to catch her breath and savor the ache and memory of her pleasure.
Then she thought of Charlie, and her pleasure turned to sour misery. It had been so good, but it had been the wrong person, the wrong, wrong person! Oh, God, why couldn't it have been Charlie? Why couldn't he be here now? Tears stung and burned her eyes as she lay on her back. Her body was wracked with sobs.
"Hey, you okay, Cookie?" Mike asked.
"Leave her alone," Pete told him knowledgeably. "They always bawl like that the first time."
Lurching up off the bed, Cookie stumbled past Pete and staggered into the bathroom so she could cry in peace. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she fought to control her sobbing. She looked at herself, amazed that she looked the same as she had that morning. She had the feeling that she should look different somehow. But she didn't. She still had the same baby face, the same bright blue eyes, the same soft blonde hair.
And the same aching need for her brother still burned inside her.
Turning away from the mirror, determined to burn out that desperate incestuous hunger for a few minutes at least, she went back to her bedroom.
Pete and Mike were lying on her bed. Their cocks were limp, flabby, useless blobs of flesh. She advanced on them, swinging her hips with each step. Her knees sinking into the mattress, she straddled Pete's legs. Leaning forward, she picked up his flaccid, rubbery organ and wiggled and rolled it. The sunshine coming in the window spilled across her torso as she bent forward. She could smell the cum-hers and his-on his limp meat.
She took his prick in her mouth and began to suck it back to life. The crust of her juices and virgin blood and his cum melted and she slurped it all down. The taste made her lust soar again.
Charlie's face was fading from her mind as she reached back and pressed two fingers into her streaming vagina. She sucked a wave of fresh blood into Pete's phallus. His limp penis began to pulse and swell between her lips. She scrubbed it with her tongue, sluiced it clean with spit.
She knew Mike was watching her suck Pete's cock. She liked it. She knew it must be getting him turned on. She was eighteen, and no longer a virgin, and she was sucking the cock that had blooded her. The second boy to have her was watching as she sucked cock, and he was getting all stiff just from seeing her do it.
Cum was streaming out of her vagina, thick, creamy semen dribbling down the insides of her thighs, pouring over her ringers. She tormented herself, masturbating as boldly as she was sucking. She was a totally wanton sexual animal as she sucked Pete Sanders' prick back to life. His phallus was still soft and rubbery, but it was twice the size it had been. When she pushed her head down now, the tip of his penis reached almost to the back of her mouth.
"Suck it," Mike urged softly, his nose barely a foot from hers. "Suck it hard! Suck cock, suck cock, you cocksucker!"
Cocksucker, that's what she was. And she loved it. She loved the taste of cock, the taste of cum and male oozings, the smell of Pete's sweaty crotch so close to her face. She loved the feel of hot, live meat in her mouth. She loved the way it swelled and pulsed every time she pushed her head down on it, driving ft the back of her throat, scrubbing it with her velvet tongue. She loved being watched while she did it, too. She could see the hot interest in Mike's eyes, the way they glittered, the way he licked his lips again and again and again. He was panting, and his nostrils flared as he, too, smelled the mingled juices in Pete's matted pubic bush.
And Pete was watching her too. He had his head propped up on a pillow and was staring down the length of his smooth, tan hairless torso to where her nose pressed into his kinky brown crusty bush. He was watching her take his cock in her mouth, watching her lips curl around his stiffening prod. He could see the spit-coated ivory column of his phallus sliding in and out of her mouth as she drew more and more blood into it.
There were fresh juices in her mouth now, too. Her sucking was drawing new oozings from his glands. She pressed her tongue to the dorsal vein of his phallus and was rewarded with a stinging, hot flow of heavily scented fluid.
Her vagina had an empty, aching feeling that her fingers couldn't ease. Pressing on her clit only made her body blaze with greater hunger. Now that she had taken cock in her cunt once, twice, she knew she was going to have to take it there again, and again, and again. Instead of slaking her hunger, her first experience had triggered a blazing appetite that she would have the rest of her life.
She spat out Pete's cock and straightened up. She held it pointing right up at the ceiling. Still on her knees, she moved up him. She moved forward until his phallus was aimed up into her naked, spread crotch. There was a mirror across the room, over her bureau. In it she could see herself, little Cookie Crandall, straddling Pete Sanders' big tan body. His phallus pointed up into her golden-fuzzed pussy. Her swollen, hungry, distended inner labia peered anxiously from between her outer lips-hot pink petals that gleamed in the sunlight that played across her open crotch.
She nestled the rounded pink knob of Pete's glands in the heart of her glistening pink petals. Just the touch brought a sigh to her lips. Also, she was anticipating how good it would feel to have that heavy bulk shoved up into her pussy again.
Mike's nose was still almost touching her, this time her crotch. His shining eyes were fastened on the junction of Pete's phallus and her pussy. He reached forward and touched that intersection, spreading her pink folds slightly with his fingers, testing the hesitant joining as if trying to gauge how firmly Pete's cock was set in her vagina.
She shook with a mixture of strain and hunger as she lowered herself slowly onto the piston of Pete's phallus. She watched as the glands was slowly engulfed by her vaginal orifice, and felt the bulb press into her. When it was deep enough that it wouldn't slip out, she released it and placed her hands on her hips. She posed that way, a shining white tower connecting her pale, slender, golden body with Pete's hard brown one.
She glanced down at him. His face was shining with sweat. His hands clenched and unclenched, as if he were resisting the urge to grab her and jam her down on his tower.
She let herself down another fraction of an inch, She saw the pale column of his shaft begin to burrow into her pussy. She felt the glands push deeper. Her flat stomach convulsed and her breath was wrung out of her by an involuntary muscle spasm.
Mike never took his eyes off her cunt. His chin braced on his hands as he knelt on the bed, he licked his lips again and again and again as he watched her take cock up her cunt. He gritted his teeth as he watched her slow impalement on Pete's phallus.
She let her legs slip outward slightly, and felt still more cock enter her pussy. The tendons on the insides of her thighs trained painfully as they struggled to keep her suspended over the sword stabbing up into her belly. Experimentally, she moved her hips in a slow circle, and felt Pete's cock swirl in her pussy.
"Jesus!" Pete said sharply.
She stopped, afraid she might bring him off too quickly. Reaching down to her pussy, she pried her labia open to show the shining, hot pink inner tissues to Mike and Pete. She touched her clitoris with her fingertip. Flame slashed through her. What if Mike could manage, somehow, to mouth her clit as she took Pete's cock into her vagina? God! What a thrill that would be!
But not today. This was enough for today, to really learn what it was like to have cock in her cunt. She eased down still more. Almost half of Pete's organ was now out of sight. Pearly, gleaming waves of juice were oozing down the part of his shaft that was still visible below her pussy. She rolled the pearl of her clit with her finger, and writhed around the tower in her guts. Her mouth sagged open with excitement as she licked her lips. Her eyes clouded with passion as she tormented her hungry vagina by refusing to stuff it full all at once.
But her thigh muscles were betraying her, were giving out. Her knees slipped on the bedspread and she slowly dropped onto his phallus. She rammed his cock up into her guts, watched it vanish into her hole. Her pubis buried itself in Pete's thick brown bush and she was doweled to him. She felt as if she had a skyscraper in her cunt.
Her vagina spasmed around his huge, powerful bulk in a low, long, languid orgasm that caught her by surprise. She let it fade and then lifted and dropped on his tower. She watched his organ emerge from her lithe body, and then vanish back into her. She felt her vagina close behind him, and then open as he drove up into her.
Leaning forward, she braced her hands on his shoulders. She was leaning forward over Mike, too. He continued his close-up study of her cunt and Pete's cock. She bobbed her hips, lifting and dropping, feeling cock piston in her pussy, feeling her clit get jolted by each impact. Reaching down, she fingered herself back to a sexual peak as she bounced and bounced on Pete's lap. His cock jammed up into her clinging pussy with every thrust.
She began to swing her hips in a circle again. Her pelvis began a crazy back-and-forth rocking motion, and she felt his cock moving around inside her, stimulating her vaginal walls. She was cumming again, a searing, star-hot orgasm that blazed through her. A hot blush spread up from her crotch, over her slender, pale torso, out over her breasts.
Pete's hips were jerking under her. He slammed up against her as she dropped, and their bodies met with a loud slapping sound.
For a moment they lost the opposing rhythm, fell out of phase, and then caught it again. Then Pete reached for her, grabbed her slender waist, dug his fingers into her, and jammed her down on him as hard as he could. He held her pelvis immobile, and she felt his cock spurting, fountaining, pumping another load of thick semen into her.
She writhed around the stake in her as if she were being tortured. Every muscle in her body was wracked with searing ecstasy.
Then her cumming faded and she slumped forward onto Pete, completely sated and exhausted. But there wasn't any peace. Someone was shoving at her, yanking her off Pete. His cock, still hard, slithered out of her soggy pussy as she was rolled over onto her back. Then Mike was on her, forcing his way between her aching thighs. His cock rammed brutally into her, and she flinched as his pubic arch crashed against hers. She tried to react, to stiffen and resist, but she was to tired. All she could do was lie there and take it.
Mike heaved his cock into her aching, bruised cunt with a reckless disregard for anything but his own satisfaction. His prick pistoned into her glutted vagina, forcing a thick wave of semen out around its bulk. He clutched at her, bruising her soft, pale flesh as he thrust his prick into her again and again and again.
Cookie just lay there, battered and dazed, as he took her. Lust was blazing through her limp, exhausted body. Her clitoris was being mangled to a thin sheet of pure ecstasy. Her exhaustion-numbed vagina was struggling to convulse around his phallus, but it was too tired to do more than quiver. Her breasts were being crushed under Mike's bulk as he writhed on her, squashing her into the mattress.
Someone was making stupid, senseless sounds that were mingling with the creaks and groans of the bed, and the slap of flesh against flesh. Cookie realized with a jolt that her throat was raw-she was the one that was moaning mindlessly.
The orgasm that burned through her went on, and on, and on, and on. It was a never-ending flow of pain/pleasure that neither increased nor decreased as Mike pistoned his prick in and out of her sated pussy.
It seemed to take him forever to cum. His moves went on, and on, and on. Then they quickened, became sharper, and she sensed the end of her pleasure and agony drawing near. He jerked into her, quick, hard, sharp, jolting drives that made their bodies crack together. Her moaning became a staccato grunting as the air was jolted out of her.
"Aaarrrhh," Mike growled mindlessly in her ear. He rammed and rammed and rammed at her, hauling down on her shoulders, trying to compress her against his cock, trying to spindle her on his prick. And at last her already glutted tunnel, flooding her folds with hot, thick gooeyness. Sprawled under Mike, she took her fourth load of cum of the day. Her climax soared upward from the plateau it had been on, then fell back.
Mike heaved off of her. She writhed hesitantly. "No more," she moaned softly. "Oh, God, no more."
"You okay?" Pete asked.
She nodded. "I'm okay," she assured him. She didn't even try to pull her legs together, just lay there with her thighs spread like a frog's, while thick cum oozed from her vagina, down over her anus. "Just go. Just go, before my parents come home."
Finally, after the house had been empty for an eternity, she struggled up off her bed and staggered to the bathroom. Filling the tub with steamy, hot water, she lowered herself into it gingerly. She hurt, inside and out. She felt hollow, yet satisfied. She washed herself slowly, tenderly, carefully. Then she just lay there and soaked in the hot water.
If Charlie had walked in on her at that point and wanted to take her, she would have rejected him. And she knew it. So she hoped that he wouldn't come in. Because she wanted to want him, and have him. Her incestuous desire was an evil worm gnawing away at her soul. She had to have her brother. Nothing could kill that incestuous desire in her belly.
She had.sacrificed her virginity, and in the end, it meant nothing. It was not even a hollow victory. It was no victory at all. She was too tired to cry, or to try to figure out how she could get what she wanted so desperately.