Cookie heard Pete close the front door behind her. She stripped the simple shift dress she was wearing up over her head and off. It was the only thing she had put on after her stupid brother had run out on her again.
Feeling the cool air touch her body as intimately as Pete's appreciative eyes, she walked across to the couch and sat down. "Anyone here besides you?"
"No."
"Good. Then fuck me," Cookie ordered, lying on her back, swinging one leg to the back of the couch, letting the other trail down to the floor. She felt chill air cut into her sticky pussy as she assumed the gaping pose.
She saw the hot interest on Pete's face, and the shifting bulge in his pants. As he studied her, she clung to his carnal interest as if it were a life line. Her ego had taken a powerful beating at Charlie's hands. Every time she made any move in his direction, he ran from her as if she had the plague. Today, when their parents went out shopping, she had stripped, and walked into his room, naked. It hadn't worked. Muttering some shit about a ball game, he had brushed past her and fled.
But Pete wanted her. The wiry, handsome, black-haired youth was stripping his tee shirt up off his torso. Tossing it away, he unbuckled his wide belt, then shoved his jeans down and kicked free of them and his loafers at the same time. His jockey shorts were almost bursting from the steel-hard thrust of his long, slender prick.
His tower of meat was evidence of her desirability. So long as she could give a man a hard-on like that, her ego was safe.
She had given someone else a hard-on today. Actually, she had probably given two other people hard-ons. Charlie had skipped out before she could be sure. Just after Charlie had left, Cookie had run into her father. Back to pick up something he had forgotten, he had appeared at the head of the stairs just as she was walking down the hall.
He had frozen. His eyes had ripped over her, he had licked his lips, and a huge bulge had appeared in his pants almost instantaneously.
"Hi, Daddy," she had greeted him softly, making no move to cover her maturing breasts or her blonde-fuzzed pussy.
Then her mother had called from downstairs, breaking the sexual tableau like fragile crystal. Her father had flamed red and stalked past her, actually pushing her into her room as he went past. But he had wanted her.
Just like Pete wanted her now. He was down to the buff. His long skinny phallus was aimed at her like a gun. At the tip of its purple knob a shining drop of liquid glittered in the light.
Cookie fingered her pussy, spreading her labia to show the hot hole and its surrounding pink petals. "Right here," she murmured softy. "Put it right here."
"Not yet."
"Please."
Pete shook his head. He stood over her, studying the lines of her slender body. His cock drooled a heavy gleaming drop down at her. A glittering strand linked it to his prick and stretched fine as a spider's web before finally breaking. It felt like icy acid when it struck her thigh. A beaded strand of gummy secretion yo-yoed from the tip of his prick.
Deliberately, wantonly, Cookie reached up and wiped his phallus with her fingers, carried the fluid to her mouth and licked her fingers. "Fuck me," she urged.
Pete grinned slowly. There was a touch of cruelty to the languid smile. "Suffer," he said softy. "There's no rush."
"I need cock," Cookie insisted, spreading her outer lips still further. "I need it, I need it, I need it."
"Well," Pete told her, "you are not going to get it yet:" He leaned over and teased one finger into her pussy. He touched her clit and her hips heaved up in hungry response. He grinned broadly. He wiggled his finger back and forth, back and forth over her clit, rolling it against her pubic arch, first one way, then the other.
"Awww, please!" Cookie whined.
"Like that?" Pete asked.
"Awww, yeah, but I need cock," Cookie wailed. "I need cock."
"You'll get it," he assured her. "When I'm good and ready, you'll get it."
"Bastard," she hissed, then groaned as he tormented her clit with his finger.
"You're getting wet," he noted, slipping a finger into her. "Real hot and wet and slippery."
"God! Stop torturing me," she groaned. Flames were slashing through her, driving her mad. Her vagina spasmed, futilely groping for what should be filling it. Blindly, she reached up and tried to locate his prick. The backs of her fingers bumped against it, and she felt a sticky wetness on her skin. She curled her fist around his phallus and tugged on it, trying to drag it down into her streaming hole.
"Careful," he grunted. "Don't want you to bring me off that way."
"Please, fuck me," Cookie begged. "Please, please, fuck me!"
"Horny little one, aren't you?" Pete observed. "Almost as horny as my sister. She's real skinny and tight, too. I like 'em skinny and tight."
The information trickled slowly into Cookie's brain. "You screw your sister?" she asked softly.
"Of course I do," Pete answered. "Doesn't Charlie take care of you ever?"
Cookie started to answer, then clammed up, ashamed. "Fuck me," she groaned desperately. "Fuck me, Goddammit!" She retaliated against his tormenting finger by skillfully stimulating his prick with her thumb, smearing it with his hot lubricant.
"That's the way," Pete told her. "That's the way to get me ready."
"Fuck me," she hissed. "Stick it in me!"
Pete knelt slowly between her wide spread thighs. Bracing himself up on one arm, he bent his cock down, aiming it into the hot, dripping hole of her pussy. Cookie could see his phallus approaching her crotch, even though it was impossible for her to see her vaginal orifice. Pete eased himself down, and she felt his cock enter her, felt his bulk spreading her juicy folds.
She fell back on the sofa as he bored his tower up off her, and drilled his cock into her. The only point of contact between them was their sex organs.
He eased into her, until she was filled with prick. Its head socketed itself in the end of her cunt hole. His hips were jammed into her crotch, but still only the centers of their bodies were in contact
"Well?" he demanded.
"Don't stop. God, don't stop," she whispered.
Pete pumped his prick in her hole, sliding it out, then ramming it deep into her guts again. He did it slowly, drawing it almost all the way out. then sliding it back in and grinding his hips into her crotch, making sure he got the deepest penetration possible.
"Put a pillow under her ass, and you'll get in deeper," an unexpected voice suddenly said.
"Ginny!" Cookie blurted. Then her voice hazed out in a galaxy of pleasure as Pete continued pistoning his prick in her gaping cunt.
"Hi, Sis," Pete grunted, not stopping his stroking in and out of Cookie's pussy.
Ginny was stripping off her clothes with casual ease, tossing them aside. She sat on the floor by the couch, near Cookie's head, and studied the situation.
"Having a nice time?" she asked.
Cookie nodded.
"You should see Pete's prick," Ginny reported. "It's all shiny and slippery with your goo. It slides out of that little twat of yours like a magic act. Then it greases back in. Man, that is one sight that really gets me hot!"
The blow by blow description served to lift Cookie still higher. The thick heavy smell of sex flooded up from her glutted pussy. Pete's hips ground against the insides of her thighs. Her eyes closed, Cookie tried to visualize what Ginny had described.
The touch of lips against hers surprised Cookie. She instinctively responded to the kiss. When Cookie realized that it had to be Ginny who was kissing her, she was too far gone to protest or care. She accepted the other girl's tongue, welcomed it, battled it with her own.
Her mouth being laved by Ginny, and her cunt being ravished by Ginny's brother, Cookie was blazing up to a sizzling orgasm. Her vagina spasming around the cock pistoning in and out of it, Cookie slurped and sucked on Ginny's deft, darting tongue. Nothing mattered anymore but Cookie's searing, oozing pleasure. Charlie's rejection didn't matter, nor did it matter whose tongue was in her mouth, or whose cock was in her cunt. All that mattered was the convulsing, muscle-knotting ecstasy that went on and on and on and on, endlessly.
Deep inside her, hot cum was spurting into her vagina. Pete was cumming. His hips grinding into Cookie's crotch, he was pouring his sperm into her with clenching spasms of his buttocks. His slim, tan body arched back like a bow, his entire being concentrated on his jetting penis as it convulsed and pumped in Cookie's clutching tunnel.
Cookie's orgasm soared still higher as she felt the phallus in her hole recoiling. The walls of her pussy, already spasming, increased the power of their contractions, trying to milk Pete's cream from him.
But there was a trickle of regret and fear in Cookie's pleasure, now, too. Now that Pete was cumming, her orgasm was destined to end. Sooner or later his reserves would be exhausted. Then he would be gone from her, would leave her achingly empty once more. He would leave her with nothing to remember but the past, nothing for her mind to focus on in the future but the fact that Charlie didn't want her.
When Pete did start to draw out, Cookie heaved her hips up in a desperate effort to keep him in her. She followed him, until her body was in a straining arch. But it was no use. His cock shriveled in her still-spasming pussy, and was leaving her. And then it was gone. He had finally escaped her clutching cunt.
"Naawooo!" she wailed, ripping her mouth away from Ginny's sucking, working lips. It was a useless heart-breaking cry of denial.
"Hush!" Ginny snapped sharply. Then she moved. She lifted her leg and crawled down over Cookie! Cookie's eyes flickered open as a shadow crossed her face. There was a trim female body over hers. There were small pointy breasts with sharp tits, and a slender, flat tummy with a deep dark navel.
Below that was a pussy. Cookie had never seen a girl's crotch so close up before. It had straight black hair over bulging, pouting labia.
Something hot and wet and velvety and sinuous probed into Cookie's pussy, and she roared to another orgasmic peak. She felt her labia being spread until they felt stretched, and then lips encircled her clitoris. The little nubbin was drawn out by the insistent suction of Ginny's mouth, and a tongue rasped and battered the nerve-laden tip.
Cookie's world was a kaleidoscope of pleasure once more. The pussy over her face was lowering, slowly and hesitantly. It didn't need to be so shy and slow. Didn't the owner of that pussy know how pretty that pussy was? Didn't Ginny realize that Cookie's mouth was reaching upward, that her lips were working like those of a baby searching for its mother's tit?
Cookie reached up and cupped her hands around the tight ass above her and tugged the straight-haired crotch down onto her face. Feeling what was happening in her own groin, Cookie pressed her face into the smelly, juicy, soft, hairy patch. Twisting her head from side to side, Cookie pried open Ginny's soft, protuberant labia with her nose and chin, and felt her face being smeared with thick fluid. As she pressed forward, her mouth was filled with the thick metallic taste of Ginny's oozings. With her tongue, Cookie explored the hot, wet, mushy folds of Ginny's pussy.
Feeling blind and ineffectual and uneducated, Cookie pushed Ginny's hips up off her face. The slender girl complied, raised her cunt.
With delicate, shy fingers, Cookie spread Ginny's full outer lips. Carefully, she studied the ripples and folds of Ginny's pussy. It was shining pink, wet, blood-suffused from the stimulation already received. Sorting out the layout, Cookie found the pleasure pearl of Ginny's clit and fastened her mouth on it.
Ginny's response was almost as gratifying as the pleasure Cookie was getting from having her own clit tormented. Ginny's hips heaved and squirmed, bucking wildly on Cookie's face. Ginny's vagina fountained thick, gooey waves of lust onto Cookie's chin, lips, and working tongue-even into her nose.
Cookie was still cumming. She had barely dropped away from the searing orgasm with Pete, when Ginny had replaced cock and hips with head, lips and tongue. This orgasm was different, more intense, less jarring, as there were no bruising impacts, only long, hot, steady oral manipulation of the most sensitive point in her crotch.
Gripping Ginny's tight buttocks, Cookie tired to control the heaving and grinding of Ginny's pelvis. She locked Ginny's cunt against her face by pulling as hard as she could on Ginny's ass. Fighting to maintain her grip on the sweating globes, Cookie dug her fingers into the hot crack. Instead of making it easier to hold on, the prying seemed to make Ginny buck harder. Cookie dug her fingers hard into the valley between Ginny's buttocks, and Ginny's ass heaved even harder, pounding up and down on Cookie's face. When Cookie's finger slipped into a hot hole, she actually felt Ginny moaning into her pussy. The heavy vibrations drummed up through Cookie's belly. The flood pouring down on Cookie's face from Ginny's cunt doubled.
Cookie felt Ginny grabbing at her ass. Ginny was prying at Cookie's buttocks, driving her fingers into the sweaty, smelly valley. There was a wild, itching, burning pleasure from the digging probe. It was the kind of preliminary feeling that seemed to say that there was a still greater thrill just around the corner.
It struck like a bolt of lightning! Ginny was prying a finger into Cookie's asshole! And even while her rectal sphincter resisted, and her mind rebelled at what was happening, she felt Ginny's finger augering up into her bowels.
Cookie suddenly realized just exactly where she had driven her finger, inadvertently. She had bored her finger into Ginny's asshole! The end of her finger was currently residing in the hot greasy socket of Ginny's crapper!
It felt so good to have a finger boring up into her own anus that Cookie made no effort to pull her finger out of Ginny's ass. Instead, she matched Ginny's performance by twisting her finger still deeper into the tight opening. She felt the donut-like ring of Ginny's muscle passing slowly up her finger, and felt hot, sticky ass contents against the tip of her finger as she drilled deeper into Ginny's rectum. Cookie's own butt was ablaze from the probing digit Ginny was reaming up into her tail.
Abruptly, Ginny lifted her face off Cookie's pussy. Cookie heard her saying something to Pete, but the words were lost in the haze of pleasure from the finger in her ass. Keeping up her devouring slurping on Ginny's pussy, Cookie fought to bring Ginny's face back on her pussy by twisting and wiggling her finger in Ginny's anus.
Ginny responded, and Cookie's pleasure was again reinforced by sucking stimulation on her clitoris.
The orgasm could go on forever, Cookie told herself, because this was not a man's cock that would quickly lose its hardness. This ecstasy was being triggered by the exhaustion-proof workings of a girl's body.
But something was happening, even to this orgasm. The obliterating pleasure was being treated. Ginny was pulling and tugging at her. Ginny had even removed her fountaining pussy from Cookie's face. Cookie felt sticky fluid drying on her cheeks and jaw.
But that wonderful finger was still up her butt. There was that blazing knot of pleasure to focus on, even though a mouth was no longer biting and sucking at her pussy. When the hand driven into her ass crack moved, heaving and tugging at Cookie, she yielded happily, willing to do anything to keep that burning rod in her rectal ring.
Cookie let herself be rolled off the couch and eased to the floor. Ginny's finger stayed in Cookie's ass, a blazing bone trapped halfway in her asshole. Cookie was on her knees on the floor. Her shoulders and head were still on the couch. The rough fabric of the cushions was scratching her sticky cheek.
"Get right here," Ginny said to Pete.
Get right where? Cookie wondered. But what did it matter, so long as that hot finger kept her burning pleasure going. Just so long as Ginny kept her finger in Cookie's anus, Cookie didn't care what happened. With that delicious agony to focus on, she couldn't even think of her stupid brother.
"You got it good and greasy?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah," Pete answered. "You sure she can take it?"
"She'll take it," Ginny assured him. "Shell love it She went for my asshole like a veteran. I didn't expect her to know that bit. Surprised the shit out of me."
The conversation swirled around Cookie like a dream. It didn't make any sense at all to her, but it didn't matter, either. Nothing mattered but that delicious invader in her tail.
"You ready?" Ginny asked.
"Jesus, yes, I'm ready. Don't I look ready?" Pete retorted. "But I can't do anything until you get the hell out of my way."
"Hold her. She may resist at first," Ginny cautioned.
Hard hands gripped Cookie's waist, rough fingers ground into her tender flesh. The sunlight coming in the window slashed down across her face. Cookie turned her head to the other side.
"Aawww," she moaned miserably when the finger was rudely drawn out of her anus. She was about to lift her head and protest violently, when something else poked at her asshole, wedged between the cheeks of her tail. It was bigger than the finger had been, and different. But it felt good, and that was all that mattered.
"Ooooh yeah," she sighed, lowering her cheek to the couch again. The pleasure was back. There was incredible pressure on her asshole. Whatever was driving at her tail wasn't getting inside her. Desperately, she willed her anus to open to admit whatever it was.
She felt her tight ring yielding, opening slowly. God! What were they driving up her ass? It felt like a telephone pole was being forced into her rectum.
"Awwww," she moaned, struggling to take whatever it was into her bowels. She wiggled her ass from side to side, and felt the invader worm its way deeper.
"Getting there," Pete grunted.
"Jeez, that looks fantastic," Ginny sighed. "Does it look like that when you do me?"
"You're not as tight," Pete grunted. "God damn, that feels good!"
"Farther, Pete, farther," Ginny urged.
"Gotta take my time, or I'll hurt her," Pete answered. "Don't worry, I'll get it all in."
Get all of what in? Cookie wondered. She felt her anal ring stretching wider and wider, as if she was trying to crap out a huge turd. Only this time something was going into her anus, not out.
There was a snap that bolted through Cookie like an electric shock. The stretching pain in her anus decreased and was replaced by a dull ache. But the pleasure was still there, and was greater than ever.
"You got the head in," Ginny observed.
"That's the hardest part," Pete responded. "The rest of it always goes in easy."
Cookie felt something hot and hard sliding smoothly through her anal ring. She felt her bowels filling slowly. It felt as if she was going to have to take one hell of a big crap. The burning friction through her anal sphincter felt incredibly good. And the feeling of fullness, of being stuffed with whatever was powering up into her rectum, was excruciating.
"Ah!" she grunted softly when somebody rammed up against her ass. Something swung and smacked her pussy.
"Jesus!" Ginny swore admiringly.
"Now comes the really good part," Pete observed. "Better let her get used to it for a minute before I move, though."
Now Cookie knew what she had up her ass. She hated to admit it to herself, because the thought was terrifying. But, now that she had it in her, the reason for fear was gone. No matter what she didn't believe she could take it, she had taken it. She had Pete's hard, slender, brutal cock clear in her rear end. His hips were jammed against her buttocks, which meant he had the full length of his phallus in her rectum. His balls had swung up and patted her pussy when his stroke into her bowels had ended.
"Ooohh, God! That is soo good," she sighed softly.
"He's got the whole thing in you," Ginny reported. "Do you like it?"
Cookie nodded, scrubbing her cheek on the harsh upholstery. "I love it. God, tell him not to stop, ever."
"Does it hurt?" Ginny asked.
"Aches," Cookie answered. "But it feels so good, too, it doesn't matter."
When Pete drew out of her slowly, it felt as if a case of constipation was slowly easing. He stopped when just the head was left in her. Then he slid back into her greasy, hot depths. He burned through her rectal sphincter, a searing friction that sent her lust soaring even higher.
"Aww, Jesus," she panted. She reached under herself and began fondling her pussy, giving her soggy slit the attention it was crying for.
"Spread your legs, Pete," Ginny ordered. "Let me see if I can squeeze underneath and suck her while you bugger her."
Cookie didn't care. All she cared about was the pleasure, she didn't care how she got it. So long as they kept her carnal high going, she was happy to let Ginny and Pete do anything they wanted with her.
When Pete spread his legs, the angle of his cock up her ass changed. She eased her own legs apart as he tugged her butt lower. Then Ginny was pushing in between Cookie's legs. Ginny was laying on her back, staring up into Cookie's hot, gooey tangle of pussy folds, Pete's swinging balls, and where his cock entered Cookie's distended anus.
Fingers brushed Cookie's pussy, and the heavy warmth of Pete's balls against her flesh vanished.
"What the hell are you doing down there?" Pete asked. "That's my nuts you're playing with."
"I know it, dummy," Ginny snorted. "I wanted to see. Cripes, you should see the way her asshole is stretched."
"If you want to get in on the action, you damn well better hurry," Pete told her. "I can't keep this hard-on forever."
"Okay, okay," Ginny responded coolly. Linking her hands behind Cookie's back, Ginny hauled herself up and buried her face in Cookie's streaming pussy.
Cookie's ecstasy zoomed still higher, built back up from the lower plateau it had slipped to. Her clit was being sucked and tongue-whipped, and her vagina was pouring out new waves of cum.
Then Pete was moving in her anus again, sliding out and driving back in, slowly and steadily. His hips would jam jam up against Cookie's ass, jarring her and rocking her away from Ginny's working mouth for a second.
"Your balls are hitting my chin," Ginny giggled.
"Shut up and eat," Pete grunted, not stopping his pistoning. "Jeez, I'm getting close."
Cookie was riding up and up a searing slope toward still another blazing peak of pleasure. The cock in her tail sizzled in her hot hole, and the mouth on her pussy felt as if it was made of liquid fire. Her cheek scrubbed along the couch with every thrust into her ass. Her breasts trembled just at the edge of the sofa cushion each time her body was jarred.
Pete was moving faster, drawing out more quickly, powering in more sharply. He was holding Cookie's ribs, his fingers grinding into her as he steadied her against his thrusts. Ginny's grip around Cookie's waist was bruisingly tight and heavy. Cookie's back was swaying as Ginny held herself up, her face in Cookie's cunt.
Cookie heaved her back upward, hunching as her orgasm roller-coastered through her, as waves of flame ripped through her. The shift changed the angle of her rectum and Pete's cock, and her pleasure roared higher. It rammed her pussy down on Ginny's mouth. Ginny was almost sucking Cookie's clit out by the roots, she had such a tight grasp on it.
Pete reamed out Cookie's tail one last time, then his phallus was convulsing in the tight ring of her anus. She knew hot gobs of semen were blasting into her bowels, flooding her intestines. She was cumming, drowning Ginny's face in a thick vaginal flow. Ginny was lapping it all up as if it were a sweet confection.
Pete's spurtings faded slowly and his cock began to lose its rigidity. Cookie's rectum went into peristaltic spasms and began crapping his phallus out, squeezing the blood from it, forcing it to withdraw from her. Ginny's bear hug around Cookie's waist eased, and she dropped to the floor with a soft wet moan.
Then Pete was gone from her ass, Ginny was gone from her cunt, and Cookie was left alone with her memories, and her aches, and a horrible hollow feeling of total emptiness. Her ass arched and her muscles burned with exhaustion.
Suddenly she was crying. Still kneeling with her ass in the air, her cheek on the couch, she was wracked with great shuddering sobs. She didn't try to hide them at all. From the peak of pleasure she had plunged to the deepest misery.
"God, did I hurt her?" Pete asked, frightened.
"Cookie, are you hurt?" Ginny asked, leaning over her.
"Maybe we better get a doctor," Pete suggested.
"Christ, no," Ginny snapped. "What the hell would we tell him anyway?"
"I don't know. But Jeez, what if she's bleeding inside or something?"
"She's not bleeding," Ginny stated firmly. "Cookie, are you hurt?"
Cookie managed to shake her head in the negative. "No," she whispered. Then she resumed sobbing.
"Come on," Ginny urged, heaving on Cookie. "Up on the couch, baby. Pete, where's that bottle of whiskey you've got hidden? I think Cookie could use some. And get a towel so she doesn't leave a spot on the sofa."
"What whiskey?" Pete asked.
"Don't pull that shit on me," Ginny snapped. "And hurry up, dammit!"
"All right, all right," Pete grumbled. He stalked away, muttering something about nosy sisters that didn't mind their own business.
When he got back, Cookie had gotten her sobbing under control. Sniffling, she lifted up and let Ginny slide the towel under her ass. Sullenly, Pete held out a pint bottle. The fumes made Cookie's head swim. She gulped a swallow down, grimacing at the taste.
It seared her throat and made her eyes water. When it hit bottom, hot waves seemed to flood out through her blood stream. She could feel herself beginning to relax.
She sighed and handed the bottle back to Pete.
"Thanks, Pete," Ginny said for her.
"How'd you know I had this, anyway?" Pete asked. "Have you been snooping?"
"You smelled like a distillery the other night when you balled me," Ginny snorted. "Are you okay now, Cookie?"
"I think so." Then she remembered why she had been crying, and the sobs threatened to engulf her again.
"Hey, hey, what's the trouble, anyway?" Ginny asked.
"Ooohh, you and Pete have such a great thing going," Cookie wailed. "You ball and everything."
"So, didn't you just get balled and buggered?" Pete snorted.
Cookie sniffed and nodded. "And I-I liked it, too."
"So, what's the trouble?" Ginny asked. "Oh oh, wait. Let me guess. It's Charlie."
Cookie nodded. "Uh huh!"
"He won't ball you, will he?" Ginny asked.
"How did you know?"
"I could say I guessed it," Ginny answered. "But that's not exactly true. Let's say that Charlie and I have had an encounter."
Cookie began to bawl again. "Everybody gets Charlie but me," she blubbered. "Everybody! And he won't even look at me! He runs away from me, in fact. Like I was ugly, or something."
"The dope thinks you're a virgin," Ginny snorted, patting Cookie tenderly.
"B-b-but I've tried everything to show him that I'm not," Cookie wailed. "Didn't you t-t-tell him, Pete?"
"And get my face busted for my trouble? No thanks," Pete snorted. "Your brother's got about twenty pounds on me, at least."
"I tried to tell him," Ginny added. "But he wasn't about to listen to me."
"He-he's the only person I really want," Cookie wailed. "And he won't even look at me!"
"He still thinks of you as his baby sister," Ginny explained. "He thinks you're a sweet, innocent little kid."
"But I'm not!"
"I know that, Pete knows that, and a bunch of other people know that, if I know Mike," Ginny agreed. "But unless your brother gets smacked in the face with it, he'll never believe it."
"He won't even let me near enough to talk to him now," Cookie said miserably.
"So, actions speak louder than words," Ginny mused.
"You girls want anything to eat?" Pete interrupted.
"Go feed your fat face," Ginny ordered. "Cookie and I are busy."
Pete went off muttering to himself.
"What can I do?" Cookie asked. "I can't rape him, can I?"
"Not very easily. How about a little show and tell?"
"What do you mean?"
"Suppose he saw you getting balled?"
Cookie thought this out. "Yeeaaahhh," she said finally. "If he saw me taking cock, he'd have to believe it!" Then her face fell. "But how can I pull that off?"
"Got the perfect time," Ginny said, snapping her fingers. "Jan is having a party next week-a pool party."
"So?"
"So, it will be your official coming-out party. Jan's parents aren't going to be there. That means it will be one heavy scene, the sky the limit, sexwise."
"Who'll be there?" Cookie asked warily.
"Me. And Pete, and Mike, probably, and Polly…"
"Polly! But she's the original virgin!" Cookie protested.
"She's one of the hottest lays in town. She loves to take it up the ass, by the way. And Charlie will be there, of course. Maybe a few other guys. Only ones we can really trust, though."
"Gosh!" Cookie's mind boggled at the vision she had of the party.
"It's the perfect time," Ginny said softly. "And all we have to do is work out the best possible entrance for you. What do you think?"
Cookie suddenly felt shy. "I-I don't know."
"Do you want Charlie?"
"The worst way," Cookie admitted.
"Oppornockity tunes but once," Ginny pointed out "Better grab it."
"O-okay," Cookie agreed. "You'll help me?"
"I'll be right there to back you up," Ginny assured her. "Now, let's see if we can come up with a real grabber of an entry for you."
"Uh, what about a date?" Cookie asked.
"Don't worry, there'll be more than enough studs to go around. You'll get so much cock you won't need any for a month. Take my word for it."
Cookie shivered. Her pussy was getting hot and wet just thinking about the party. The only cock she really wanted was her brother's, and this looked like too good a chance to miss. She had to do it.