Charlie stood with his hands in his pockets. He was furious with himself, furious with Polly. Also, he was trying not to think about his sister. He had carefully been avoiding being alone with Cookie ever since the day he had seen her lying naked on her bed. He didn't know what her motives were, but he didn't trust himself, at all. He knew what his goal was. He was becoming a maniac, a complete sex maniac.
Which was one reason he was here at Polly's. The other reason was that Cookie was at home, by herself. Before he had left, she had said something about doing some sunbathing and gone to change into a bathing suit. So he had fled to Polly to get release from his sexual tension.
He had a hard-on that hurt, it was so powerful. He had his hands in his pockets in an attempt to hide the stiff prod, because Polly was not alone.
He studied the two girls sullenly as he sat in the lounge chair. Polly was wearing a comparatively demure two-piece suit. Both halves hugged her soft curves, the knit material clinging to her flesh. The top half was just small enough to press her breasts upward and inward a little, producing a deep, interesting cleavage. The bottom half was stretched over her lush, round ass. Between her thighs it hugged her mons closely.
He wondered how something as demure as that suit could be so damn sexy.
Ginny Sanders was there to get help from Polly with a cheerleading routine. Ginny's suit was decidedly not demure. It was a minuscule bikini. But, Ginny needed less suit than Polly did. Ginny was in Cookie's class, and she was tall and skinny. Her lean body was darkly tanned. The flowered bikini was cut low on her hips, below the wings of her pelvis. When she turned, he could see half her ass cheeks, the suit had ridden up so. Her ass was small, hard, and clenched-looking.
The top of Ginny's suit appeared even more unnecessary than Cookie's had a year ago.
Charlie's attention was mostly on Polly. The way her boobs jiggled as she and Ginny went through the exhausting routine made his cock throb. The final jump, where she arched her back, kicked her legs back and out in a vee, stretched her arms high, and bowed her whole lush body, threatened Charlie's sanity. When she hit the ground she did her invariable springy bounce and her breasts jolted and shivered, threatening to burst out of her suit.
All Charlie could do was wait for Ginny to leave. He had no idea when that would be. Polly had implied that he'd get what he wanted, sooner or later. It looked at this point as if it was going to be later, a lot later.
"Whew! Break time," Polly panted, pushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. Her body was filmed with sweat.
"Where's the thermos?" Ginny asked. "Oh, I see it."
"Me first," Polly yelled, darting toward the jug of lemonade.
"Oh no you don't," Ginny said, running after her.
They collided, and each battled to reach the jug first, and keep the other away from it. Bumping against the table, they tumbled to the grass, a giggling mass of bare arms, legs, and torsos. Charlie's lust boiled higher at the sight of the two girls wrestling.
Polly broke free, turned and made a grab for the jug, only to be tripped by Ginny. Then Ginny tried to scramble straight over Polly's back. Polly heaved up and the two girls rolled across the lawn, away from the jug, which had fallen off the table. They were shrieking and giggling as their legs tangled. They clutched at each other as they rolled. Hands slipped on sweaty skin, and Polly sprawled on her back. She scrambled to her hands and knees and started crawling toward the jug. Ginny reached up and grabbed, and got a grip on Polly's suit top, right between Polly's rounded, soft, full breasts. Polly's momentum carried her forward as the knit material of her suit stretched ominously, pulling away from her breasts, dragging downward until the top half of her breasts were exposed.
The buttons that held the top on her ripped free, and Polly was suddenly topless. She lurched in the direction of the jug. Ginny grabbed her foot and Polly sprawled flat on her face, barely catching herself on her hands as she went down.
With a yelp of triumph, Ginny jumped up and made a dash for the jug. Polly lashed out blindly. Her hand closed on Ginny's bikini bottom.
Charlie was sitting forward on the lounge chair. He gripped the plastic arms tensely and stared unbelievingly at the wrestling match. Polly seemed totally oblivious to her toplessness. Her breasts joggled excitingly. Her nipples were pink flashes on her fair skin.
Ginny's suit bottom strained downward. Polly was obviously not about to let go of it. Ginny kept reaching desperately for the thermos jug. The bright print bikini bottom dragged downward, down over her hips, exposing a lighter strip of skin. She twisted half on her side in an effort to reach the jug, and Charlie could see her front, could see jet black hair above the top edge of her suit. Pubic hair, stiff and heavy, was drawn downward toward her pussy in a series of lines.
Suddenly the suit was down around her thighs, tangling around her knees, hobbling her, dumping her flat on the lawn. Rolling onto her back, she kicked her legs and wrestled with her suit, trying not to pull it up, but to get untangled from it. Her black-thatched pussy drew Charlie's excited gaze like a magnet. Her pubic hair was straight, something Charlie had never seen. The straight hairs hugged her thick, bulging labia closely. Ginny's belly was flat and trim and hard. Her hips were slender and boyish. But anatomically, she was definitely a girl.
Just as Ginny succeeded in kicking free of her bathing suit, sending the scrap of cloth fluttering away, Polly lunged for the jug with a scream of triumph, only to be brought crashing down again. Ginny was hanging on to Polly's suit bottom with both hands.
Polly didn't waste any time at all. Heaving her hips up off the ground, she quite literally crawled right out of the second half of her bathing suit, letting herself be stripped naked as she struggled toward the jug.
Flinging Polly's suit bottom away with a cry of disgust, Ginny hurtled forward, over Polly. The two of them collapsed in a tight tangle again. Suddenly Ginny's suit top flapped free, and both girls were naked. They continued rolling and squirming on the grass.
Charlie was out of his skull with searing horniness. The contrast between Ginny's and Polly's bodies made his prick hurt. Where Polly was soft and round, Ginny was hard and straight. Where Polly was pale and peaches and cream, Ginny was brown, deeply tanned. Polly's breasts were large and round and soft, Ginny's were small, almost nonexistent. Polly's nipples were generous and pink, Ginny's were sharp, dark, hard-looking. Polly's pussy was covered by a soft muff of pale brown curls, Ginny's had straight black hair that did nothing to conceal her charms.
Suddenly, the wrestling match was over. The two girls were on their sides. Their legs were tangled, and they were holding each other in their arms. They looked deeply into each other's eyes as their ribs heaved with their panting. Then, incredibly, they kissed. Lips meeting, pressing, mouths opening, jaws working, tongues thrusting and battling and exploring, they kissed. Charlie couldn't believe it. Ginny squirmed her tight, hard pussy against Polly's soft thigh and crammed her skinny brown one up into Polly's crotch. They hugged each other tightly, breasts to breasts, Polly's soft mounds swallowing Ginny's diminutive, dark-pointed ones.
Charlie shook his head, trying to shake the stinging sweat out of his eyes. His cock felt it was going to explode. He couldn't take his eyes off the writhing mass on the grass. It was as tight as any embrace he had ever held a girl in. Polly's pale, soft curves gleamed in the bright sun. The crack between her ass cheeks was black and dark and exciting, her bare back an unbroken, smooth sweep of creamy skin.
Ginny, skinny as she was, was one hell of a sight, too. There was little flesh over her bones, so her ribs showed as ripples under her skin. She was thin and angular. Her bare body was striped by bathing suit marks. The stripes were pure pale white. There was a hint of tan there, too, though, as if, sometimes, she did sunbathe without a suit.
The embrace loosened, and Polly rolled half onto her back. Ginny slid one hand around Polly's front, up from her belly, and her lean fingers encircled one of Polly's breasts. Lowering her head, Ginny groped for the tip of Polly's boob with her lips. Her mouth closed over the alert pink bud, drew it inward. Ginny's cheeks were hollowed, her eyes closed. Charlie had the feeling Ginny's tongue was playing intimately with Polly's tit-Polly pressed her hand softly against the back of Ginny's head, curling her fingers through Ginny's straight black hair. Polly's face was blank with pleasure, her eyes closed to the bright sun, her lips slack with passion.
She rolled slowly to her back, and let her legs slide open. Ginny followed, keeping her mouth on Polly's breast, then pulling away, shifting her attention to Polly's other pink-capped mound.
Polly's head rolled to one side and she opened her eyes. For a moment there was recognition of Charlie's presence there. Her lips formed a silent kiss of encouragement. Then her eyes closed as her lust boiled up from Ginny's nursing on her tit.
Charlie knew, then, that Polly wanted him to watch. He hadn't been about to leave, but it was nice to know she wanted him there. Shakily, he settled back on the lounge, resisting the urge to rip his clothes off and join the orgy on the grass. His turn would come, eventually. But for how, he was a spectator.
It was quite a spectacle. Polly was on her back, her round, pale body writhing sensuously, her thighs sprawled open to let the sun burn down on her brown-fuzzed pussy and her soft, round labia and pouting slit. One foot slid on the grass as she straightened and bent one knee with deliberate slowness.
Ginny slid one hand down Polly's smooth torso. Finding the dark hole of Polly's navel, Ginny probed it with her finger. Polly's gut jerked in sharply. Her chest heaved as she sucked air in through her pursed lips. Her brow wrinkled with pleasure.
Ginny bored her finger into Polly's belly button, hard. Polly writhed, and one hand clawed blindly at the grass, seeking an handhold on a world that was suddenly whirling giddily out from under her. Her other hand was knotted in Ginny's hair. Polly unlocked her fingers and gently caressed Ginny's lean back.
Easing Polly's tit out of her mouth, leaving the pink nipple hard, stiff, shining with spit, Ginny rested her head on Polly's torso. She moved her hand down from Polly's navel, stroked her palm over Polly's soft, round belly. Slowly, fantatizingly, lovingly, she eased her fingers in to Polly's crotch. She combed her fingers through Polly's soft twisted curls. Then one finger slid out of sight into Polly's slit
Polly groaned, her hips shifted restlessly, her pelvis rocked to give Ginny a better approach to her dripping hole. Polly writhed with a languid, burning sexiness. She pressed on Ginny's back, between her shoulders.
Ginny eased her head lower on Polly's torso, moved it down from just below Polly's soft, round breasts to just above Polly's navel. Turning her head, Ginny delicately probed Polly's belly button with her tongue.
"Oh!" Polly gasped sharply, her gut sucking in.
Ginny shifted her body to straighten it out of the cramped curl it had gotten into. She kept her hand in Polly's crotch, kept twisting her tongue into Polly's belly button. Then, pressing her lips on Polly's belly, she sucked on her navel as if trying to invert it.
Polly eased her hand down Ginny's back, under the slender girl, and located one of Ginny's pointy tits. Polly's fingers toyed with the sharp little button, teasing, pulling, twisting it. Then she slid her hand over and did the same to the other one.
Ginny whimpered softy into Polly's belly and bored her tongue into the dark hole again, twisting her head as she probed as deeply into Polly's navel as she could. Ginny was on her knees now, her body up off the ground, her legs spread slightly, her ass in the air. She was rocking her pelvis slowly, her back arching and bending with the rhythm of sex.
Pulling away from Polly's tortured navel, Ginny slid her head still lower, nibbling a wet trail down over Polly's rounded belly, toward where her finger was moving slowly in and out of Polly's pussy. She drew her hand out of Polly's cunt. Her fingers were shining with Polly's fluids. Ginny eased her face into Polly's crotch, her tongue combing through Polly's brown muff, then wedging into Polly's slit, prying Polly's full labia apart.
Gently, easily, Polly guided Ginny's hips around, then steered Ginny's knee over her face so that Ginny was straddling her. Polly was looking straight up into Ginny's crotch, into its straight black hair and thrusting, bulging labia. Polly's deep blue eyes glittered unmistakably with lust. She licked her tips and swallowed. Reaching up, she gripped Ginny's waist and drew the slender girl's hips down toward her face. Ginny eased her knees forward on the grass, until she was in a predatory crouch over Polly, her pussy driving into Polly's face.
At the same time. Ginny's mouth was working avidly between Polly's rounded thighs, her tongue boring deep into Polly's sweet slit Her jaw rubbed and pressed Polly's mons, grinding her clitoris. Easing her hands around Polly's hips, Ginny pressed her fingers into the crack of Polly's ass, clutching Polly's soft, round cushiony buttocks.
Charlie couldn't take motionless observation of the Lesbian tangle any longer. Heaving himself out of the lounge, he moved toward the two writhing bodies. He struggled out of clothes that were too hot and too confining to be borne any longer. Hot sun and cool air assaulted his. sweaty skin. His cock jutted free, flinging a thick, shining drop of oozings onto the grass. Impatiently, he kicked free of his pants and stalked across the lawn.
He circled warily, raking his eyes over Ginny's lean, brown back and tight, hard bottom. He knelt next to Polly's head and studied the juicy interlocking of Polly's face and Ginny's pussy. Polly's eyes were closed as she worked her tongue in Ginny's slippery folds. Then her tongue withdrew. Her tips pursed and pressed between Ginny's labia. Then her tongue speared out, ripping along Ginny's slit. Polly tipped her head downward slightly, seeking Ginny's clit. Finding the protuberant button, she sucked on it, driving her nose into Ginny's streaming vaginal hole at the same time. Her eyes were less than an inch away from the puckered brown depression of Ginny's asshole.
Tearing himself away from that lewd interlocking, Charlie moved to where Ginny was feasting on Polly's pussy. Ginny had her tips driven into Polly's pussy and was sucking and chewing eagerly with a wet, sucking, slurping noise. From the position, it looked as if Ginny had found Polly's clitoris and was suckling on it with the same eagerness she had sucked on Polly's tits.
Seen from the side, the tangle was a hard, lean brown body on top of a soft, pink one. Polly's breasts were squashed out by Ginny's trim torso, while Ginny's were lost against Polly's soft belly.
Polly's pelvis was rocking and heaving now. She was screwing her cunt onto Ginny's working face. Ginny's hands were kneading Polly's ass, her fingers were prying deep into the crack. Charlie got down and stared up between Polly's spraddled legs. Ginny's tanned face was muffled in Polly's pussy, her nose pressed in between Polly's labia.
Ginny clutched Polly's buttocks hard, then pushed her fingers down into the crack. She sought blindly along the floor of the sweat, spit, and cum-slicked valley and found the puckered dimple of Polly's anus. She twisted her finger into Polly's asshole, thrusting into the tight ring of muscle, curling her other fingers into a fist that crammed into the bottom of Polly's crack.
Polly's ass clenched, and her hips heaved upward into Ginny's face. Polly's thighs slammed closed on Ginny's ears, flapped open and slammed closed again as she frantically ground her pussy against Ginny's face. She was cumming with the force of a tidal wave from Ginny's skillful finger-buggering and cunt-eating. And, from the way Ginny's lean body was writhing and her pelvis working, the slender girl was cumming, too, cumming straight into Polly's sucking mouth.
Charlie's cock drooled its burning frustration into the grass as he watched the two girls' seemingly endless orgasms. He battled desperately to keep from pumping his cock to a spurting eruption, clinging desperately to the hope that he'd get a crack at one or the other of the girls soon.
It was centuries before there seemed to be any real hope for him. It came slowly, so slowly he wasn't even sure. But the convulsions and writhings were fading. Ginny's wiry body was relaxing, and Polly's grip on Ginny's ass was easing gradually. Then Ginny drew her finger out of Polly's butt and lifted her face clear of Polly's pussy. Her nose, cheeks, and chin shining with Polly's cum, Ginny sucked in great gouts of air as she rested her head on Polly's stomach.
Then, in response to Polly's pushing, Ginny rolled over and sprawled bonelessly on her back. Her black thatched pussy gaped at the blue sky, her glistening, blushing inner labia protruding from between her heavy outer lips.
Charlie had little interest in Ginny. It was Polly he wanted now. She was on her back in front of him, her legs spread wide, her pussy sopping with cum and spit He threw himself between her thighs, and felt her jerk with surprise as he came down on her. Her eyes opened. They were dazed and foggy. Then they focused, and her cum-smeared lips moved.
"Yes," she hissed softly. "Oh, God, yes!"
Charlie wasn't waiting for an invitation or her approval. He blasted his prick into her guts. If the girl under him hadn't already been so turned on by her Lesbian encounter, it would have been a case of brutal, painful rape. But, as it was, her pussy was sopping, drenched with endless waves of cum, and his prick slid into her as if it had been greased. His hips hammered against her pubic arch and his cock shivered with pleasure at being totally, suddenly, completely enfolded in a hot wet, living sheath.
He paused for a moment to let the initial quiverings of his already over stimulated prick fade away. He felt Polly's vagina spasming around his phallus almost as if she were cumming. But he didn't really care what she was doing. He had a hot flood of cum that was waiting impatiently to blister down the length of his aching cock.
He drew back and rammed his prick into her again and again. His pelvis working wildly, he rammed against her with total disregard of her pleasure, seeking only his own explosive release. The walls of her vagina hissed past his prick, searing his nerve endings, sending fiery messages to his glands, his muscles, his brain. Heaving his whole body forward, he shifted his angle of attack so the head of his phallus bored hard into the underside of her vagina. His cock twisted and flexed upward with every inward thrust. It built the pressure against the nerve knot on the underside of his tower until his whole body was ablaze with pleasure. He felt his balls knotting up against his cock. He felt a preliminary hot drop of semen creep the length of his penis, a hesitant trickle of burning pleasure that marked the point-of-no-return for him.
With a last powerful thrust of his hips he socketed his phallus full-depth in Polly's vagina and clung desperately to her as he was rocked with a gut-wrenching orgasm. Every muscle in his body pulled tight as he poured his thick load of cum into her belly. His ass clenched with every explosive burst of semen from his balls.
When it was all over, he was limp and exhausted. He lifted his head, suddenly aware that he had his cheek in the juices left on Polly's face by Ginny's cunt. He licked his lips, savoring the mingled saliva and cum. Then he looked wearily over at the skinny, younger girl. Ginny, still nude, was sitting on the grass facing Mm. Her knees bent, her feet spread, one arm resting on her knee, she was sipping lemonade from a paper cup.
"Thirsty," Polly croaked weakly.
"Well, I beat you to the lemonade," Ginny announced.
As they all sat there drinking lemonade, Charlie tried to sort out what had happened. He had been looking forward to a shot at Polly when he had come over. But it seemed nothing ever was the way he expected it to be anymore.
"You, too, huh?" he asked Ginny.
"Me, too, what?" she responded.
"You're a-uh-sex nut, too?"
"Shit, who isn't?"
Charlie shrugged, staring thoughtfully down at himself. His penis sagged sadly against his thigh. "Not too many I can think of," he acknowledged.
"You're learning, Chuck," Polly told him.
"Chuck?" he asked.
"You can't call anyone who can ball like you can 'Charlie', can you?"
"Don't see why not"
"Rhymes with fuck," Ginny pointed out cheerily.
"Girls your age aren't supposed to know words like that," Polly teased.
"Not supposed to know words like shit, and asshole, and cock, either," Ginny noted. "And speaking of cocks, you've got a nice one, Chuck."
Charlie felt a bit self-conscious about her dispassionate compliment to what he had long thought of as a taboo body part. "Uh, thanks," he answered.
"Knows how to use it, too," Polly said.
"Looked kind of quick and heavy to me," Ginny replied. "I mean, it didn't seem to show any staying power at all."
"Well, what the hell do you expect after I had to stand around and watch you two?" Charlie said defensively.
"He's got staying power," Polly assured Ginny.
"I'd like to see that," said. "As a matter of fact, I'd like to feel it."
"Not right now," Charlie pleaded. "I'm all used up."
"If you're half the man Polly claims you are, that can't be true," Ginny sniffed.
Charlie straightened his legs out in front of him and waved his limp penis. It looked like a stubby, pale worm. "So, look."
"Does look pretty pitiful," Ginny acknowledged.
"Looks to me like maybe it needs a kiss," Polly teased.
Charlie's guts began to knot. He willed his cock to remain limp, wanting to play out the charade that he saw developing.
"I'll bet you're right," Ginny agreed. "A little mouth to prick resuscitation is required, I think." She tossed her paper cup casually to one side and got to her knees.
Charlie felt a momentary qualm as Ginny knelt between his outstretched legs. He had remembered that this slender, tanned, nude girl was exactly the same age as his little sister. But his lust, and the memory of what Ginny had done with Polly overcame his reservations. He wasn't corrupting some innocent youngster. Ginny was probably more experienced than he was.
Propping herself on one elbow, Ginny rested her chin on her hand, and played with his limp penis with the other. Her straight black hair framed her slender, tan, high cheek boned face. Her lips were pursed as she fiddled thoughtfully with his flaccid prick.
Holding it gingerly between two fingers, she bent forward. Her tongue speared out to touch the purple cap of his circumcised organ. "Mmmm, tastes like you, Polly," Ginny reported. "And Charlie, too, of course. You're all crusty and scratchy with cum."
"Not surprising," Charlie answered, trying desperately to act casually as he studied the girl holding his cock.
"Have to wash you all off," Ginny said. "Tastes yummy." She began to lick his prick, washing the dried semen and vaginal secretions off it
Blood began to pool in the shaft making it slowly swell in Ginny's grasp. The sated nerves in his penis began to come to life as they relayed the sensation of Ginny's tongue rasping against them.
"Now we're getting somewhere," Ginny purred, still licking and licking and licking his swelling cock. Opening her mouth, she slipped his growing tool between her lips and sucked on it as she pulled her head slowly away. The pressure of her velvety tongue on the dorsal surface seemed actually to draw blood into his phallus.
Pushing her head forward, rocking on the point of her elbow, Ginny took his cock farther into her mouth. Closing her lips around it, she pulled back, sucking as she did, scrubbing the underside with her tongue.
Then Charlie's cock grew so rigid she was forced to hold it down, to aim it at her face like a cannon muzzle. No longer propping her chin on her hand, she used her fingers to lift and tease Charlie's balls. She tickled up behind his scrotum, sending a fiery itch ripping through his crotch.
Her head tipped so she could take his phallus, she leaned slowly forward and drove his prick into her mouth again. This time, her lips closed around it on the way in, and her tongue pressed against the underside. She had her mouth and throat in line, like a sword swallower, and she took his cock deeper, and deeper, and deeper into her. She took it until he felt her soft palate against his glands. She took it until it was actually burrowing down her throat. She was frowning with concentration as her lips were distended by the brutal bulk of his cock. Her nostrils flared as she tried to inhale. His cock head was corking her throat so she couldn't possibly breathe. She worked her lips as if she were drawing in a monster string of spaghetti, and got his cock in a fraction of an inch further. Then, suffocating, she had to stop. She drew back and he felt her throat pulling closed behind his cock-head as she withdrew. She sucked in a huge breath and he felt cool air swirling around his glands. She waited, his cock on the back of her tongue, and breathed deeply a few times, then sucked in a huge lungful and held it.
Charlie held his breath, too, and stared down at the girl spitted on his phallus. He knew what Ginny was trying to do. It was a pornographic circus act. She was trying to ingest the entire length of his phallus!
Dimly, Charlie was aware that Polly was watching the action closely, her fingers clutching the crushed remnants of her paper cup. Her mouth was open, as if she had a cock between her lips.
Ginny was rolling forward over his phallus again. Quickly and easily, she managed almost as far as she had gotten the last time. Then she jerked forward a half an inch more, paused, then gained another half an inch. Charlie felt his cock squeezing down her gullet. His hands braced behind him, he was trembling, vibrating with ecstasy.
Ginny lurched forward farther. Her lips were working around the glutting mass of his phallus. The first wisps of his pubic bush were tickling her nose. She gained another half-inch, then a quarter-inch more. Barely half an inch of phallus remained between her working lips and Charlie's body.
He found himself tensing as he mentally urged her on. He was so wrapped up in the sight of nearly all his cock going into her mouth, he was only faintly aware of the feel of her throat squeezing his glands. He didn't even notice the discomfort of having his cock forcibly bent downward.
After one last short pause, Ginny shoved forward, and the last fraction of an inch of Charlie's pale, veined tower vanished into her mouth. Triumphant as a mountaineer planting his flag at the summit, she worked her lips against his body. It was as if she wanted to prove to herself that she had actually done it. Her nose was buried in his scratchy bush.
Then she fell back away from him. His cock slid out of her throat, out of her mouth, and lurched up, spraying her face with her own saliva as it whipped free.
"Now," she gasped. Pushing forward, she forced him down on his back. Straddling him with frantic haste, she set the head of his cock between her protruding labia and dropped down on it, cramming it up into her tight vagina. Her slender body writhing uninhibitedly, she screwed herself on Charlie's phallus with total abandon. As she bounced her hips up and down, she swung them in a wild circle that made his cock flail around in her clinging hole. Her face was a twisted mask of pure lust as her head lolled on her shoulders.
Suddenly, Polly was stepping over Charlie, straddling him. The soft delectable girl was presenting her brown-fuzzed pussy to Ginny, thrusting her hips forward. Polly planted her cunt on Ginny's face as Ginny bounced and fucked herself on Charlie's cock. Grabbing Ginny's head, Polly almost forced the girl to eat her pussy. But Ginny didn't seem to mind. From below, Charlie could see Ginny's mouth working hungrily in Polly's snatch. He could see the thick, glistening waves of fluid streaming from Polly's juicy folds. He could see her anus pinking and darkening, pinking and darkening as her muscles convulsed spasmodically from her orgasm.
Ginny was cumming too, her vagina clenching around his phallus. Charlie felt his semen spurting hotly into her eager hole. Thick gouts of jism spurted into her convulsing body. Hot drops of cum spattered down on his chest and stomach from Polly's fountaining pussy. The three-way carnal pyramid held for a long, aching, ecstatic, sun-baked eternity, and then slowly fell into ruin as the orgasm welding the three of them together faded.
It was a long time before any of them could speak. Sharing a cup of lemonade, they sat there totally sated.
"What does Cookie think of your sexual abilities?" Ginny asked.
Charlie was shaken by the mention of his sister. "She doesn't know about them."
"Shoot, I thought you would have had her a long time ago," Ginny snorted. "God, my brother sure as hell educated me."
"Cookie's different," Charlie said angrily. "She's still a virgin."
Ginny stared at him in amazement, then burst into peals of laughter. "You have got to be kidding," she gasped. "Do you really think she's a virgin?"
"I'm sure of it," Charlie snapped.
"Easy, Chuck," Polly soothed. "I wouldn't be so sure if I were you."
Charlie looked from one girl to the other. He started to argue, then slammed his mouth closed and lurched up and away from them. Grabbing up his clothes, he fled, dressing quickly and awkwardly as he staggered through the house and away.
It couldn't be, couldn't be, couldn't be. But God, why not? Ginny was the same age. Why shouldn't Cookie have lost her virginity a long time ago?
He kept seeing Cookie on her bed the way she had been that day. The vision burned straight to the core of his soul and left him in ruins.
He wanted her more than ever, now. But, God, how could he, how could he? His own sister!