Cookie surveyed the back yard gathering cynically. Some orgy. The closest thing to action was the dancing that was going on. Everyone was still fully dressed. No one seemed to know how to get things underway.
Cookie's eyes wandered over the crowd, picking out the people she knew. Mike and Pete were there, and Ginny. Polly was standing next to Charlie. Her fingers were interlaced with his. It all looked like a normal afternoon party. Jan, standing next to a monster stud Cookie didn't know, was the closest thing to sexy, even. She was wearing a long skirt that was open on one side all the way to the waist. Her top was a white lacy blouse that left her midriff bare. It was obvious that she was wearing neither bra nor panties.
Cookie was wearing a very demure outfit-a high-necked, shirtwaist dress that buttoned down the front and had a full skirt that came to her knees. Under it, she was wearing a bra, and bikini briefs, both white, both lacy. The only concession to the anticipated orgy was no stockings or pantyhose. Her sandals perfectly displayed her carefully lacquered toenails.
She saw Charlie catch sight of her, and flushed hot with desire. His expression was not encouraging. Obviously, he was not pleased to see her there.
Conscious of Polly's warm body beside his, Charlie felt the general tension growing. Everyone knew what was supposed to happen, what was coming, but no one was making the first move. A few couples were dancing, but no more erotically than at a chaperoned dance.
His eyes had tracked Jan with hot interest as she had circulated. As she walked, an expanse of smooth skin was exposed, all the way up to her hip, where a guttering silver fastener of some kind kept her skirt closed. Jan's breasts jiggled under her blouse. Her nipples were dark shadows under the thin fabric.
Then a flash of blonde hair in the door to the house caught Charlie's attention. He felt the blood draining out of his face. What the hell did Cookie think she was doing, showing up at a party like this? Christ, she looked as innocent as he had ever seen her! But he still remembered how she looked nude, and his brain insisted on stripping her demure party dress off her.
He had to get her out of here, before something happened.
Cookie saw the decision in her brother's eyes. Then she saw Ginny whisper something to Polly and move around beside Charlie.
Just as Charlie started toward Cookie, he found himself immobilized. Polly and Ginny were on each side of him. They held his arms, pressed them against their warm torsos.
It was the agreed-upon signal. Cookie stepped out of the house, into the bright sunlight, and walked straight toward her brother. The sunshine glowed on her soft, pale yellow dress, on her blonde hair and the yellow ribbon in it. She might as well have been under a spotlight. She could feel the eyes of everyone at the gathering on her.
Mike came up to her, but she brushed him aside. "Wait, you'll get your chance," she told him softy.
She stopped a few feet in front of her brother. She let her body begin to sway to the pounding rock music.
She danced easily to the music, her feet moving gracefully on the grass. She was bubbling inside with a mixture of excitement, and a shot of Pete's whiskey. She focused entirely on her brother. She had his undivided attention.
She began to unbutton her dress.
Charlie hadn't even seen Ginny until she suddenly trapped his arm, dragged it into the valley between her small, pointy breasts. At the same time, Polly had shifted her grip, and his other arm was pressed between her soft, warm breasts. The back of his hand was shoved into Polly's crotch so his knuckles were pressing her pussy.
Then Cookie had started toward him. The swaying of her hips had made her skirt swing gracefully. She had brushed past Mike with barely a word, and was suddenly in front of him. He had started to say something, but the way she had looked at him had stopped him cold.
When she started to unbutton the top of her dress, his sexual interest in her had boiled up in spite of himself. As she moved gracefully to the music, her slender body swaying rhythmically, she had unbuttoned the top of her dress, exposing a growing vee of soft golden skin, then the white band of her bra.
She didn't stop at the waist. She unbuttoned all the buttons, opening the dress farther, showing the soft roundness of her tummy, then, at last, the top edge of her white lace panties.
Charlie's cock was in agony, a wild animal struggling to burst free of his confining underpants and slacks.
Still dancing gracefully, Cookie eased the dress back off one shoulder, exposing one cup of her bra. There was a searing eroticism to her casual strip. There was no coyness or teasing, yet. She eased the dress back off her shoulders, down her arms and let it fall around her waist, baring her torso to the hot sun. Her lacy bra seemed to glow with a light of its own.
Swinging her hips easily, she pushed the dress down, let it tumble down her slender legs. She stepped out of it and spun in front of her brother, let him rake his eyes over her barely concealed body.
Charlie's gut knotted with lust and agony. This was his sister, his little sister, and she was baring herself to this whole mob. She was deliberately driving him nuts. She looked incredibly erotic in the lacy bra and panties, which were so white against her golden tan torso. She was all bare skin and white lace, acres of bare skin and scraps of white lace.
She turned her back to him, and his eyes focused on the tight round lace-covered cheeks of her ass. She reached back for the fastening of her bra and unhooked ft deftly.
As she turned, she stripped away her bra and flipped it aside. She gave him a flashing glimpse of her maturing breasts, then cupped her hands over them.
But she hid them only a moment. Then she slid her hands downward, exposing her stiff pink nipples, the pale mounds. She slid her graceful, dainty hands down her torso to her panties. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic, and eased them casually downward.
The soft expanse of her tummy curved toward her pussy, where sparkling golden hairs now glittered in the sunlight. She pushed her panties down her slender, shapely legs and stepped out of them daintily.
She was naked except for her sandals. Bending gracefully, she unbuckled one, then the other, carefully displaying the curves of her budding charms as she completed her strip.
Charlie tried to pull away from Ginny and Polly, but their muscles were stronger than his passion-softened ones. He could feel the sweat trickling down his face, even though it was not a particularly hot day.
He didn't know if he wanted to get free in order to rescue his sister, or to attack her.
Cookie saw her brother's sweat, saw the hard lump in his trousers. She saw the hot lust in his eyes, saw the battle he was fighting with himself.
She knew the eyes of everyone at the party were on her. The boys were interested. The girls were jealous. Stepping up to Charlie, she went up on her tiptoes and leaned forward. She kissed him, very gently, on the lips. The tips of her breasts brushed his chest, making her nipples burn.
Then she left him, and moved through the crowd with easy grace as every eye followed her. She made neither a deliberate display of her body, nor attempted to conceal it. Her thighs scissored and her ass cheeks rolled as she walked.
She chose Jan's date for her first contact after her brother. Jan's eyes were glittering with a jealousy that did Cookie's heart good. If Jan, with the fabulous jutting breasts, was jealous, Cookie had nothing to be shy about.
Jan tried to restrain her date, which was just as well. Cookie teased him with her fingers, stroked his cheek. Then she touched the thrusting lump of his hard-on through his pants. She measured it casually. The big youth leaned toward her, trying to pull away from Jan. Cookie put her hand on his chest and pushed him away.
Casually turning her back on him, dismissing him as inconsequential, she walked toward Pete. Pete was grinning tautly. But he made no move toward her. She went up to him, kissed him softy, then reached down and teased his fly open. After prying his cock free of his pants, she brushed it with her fingertips, then left it bobbing gently in the breeze.
She continued her tour of the party. Everyone seemed to understand her rule: look but don't touch. She stopped at each boy and kissed him gently, and sometimes touched or freed his cock. When they tried to touch her, she twisted away from them.
Until she got to Mike. She wasn't sure why she had settled on him. He was clumsy and awkward-maybe it was sympathy. But the motive didn't matter. She curled her arms around his neck and kissed him, pressing the full length of her slender, naked body against him. He flapped his arms stupidly for a moment, and then wrapped them around her. Spreading her thighs, she pressed her crotch against one of his stocky legs, scrubbing her moist pussy on his pants.
Then she backed away from him and stripped him. As she knelt and helped him out of his pants, he just stood there agreeably, making no move to help her. His cock thrust out at her face. Gripping it in her fingers, she licked his towering organ. She took the rounded head in her mouth and bathed it with her tongue. Then she pushed forward, thrusting his erect cock toward the back of her mouth.
The tone of the party had changed completely. It was as if the guest of honor had lifted his fork. Couples were pairing off and clothes were being shed.
All Cookie cared about was that Charlie was watching her. He was watching as she sucked cock with practiced skill. Cookie was nude at the feet of a naked boy, and she was sucking his cock. It was a total, absolute, brutal denial of her alleged innocence, of everything Charlie had thought she was.
"Lie down on your back, Mike," she ordered. That was why she had chosen Mike for this, she realized. He was so easily manipulated.
Obediently, the pudgy teenager stretched out on his back on the grass. Cookie straddled his head and leaned forward and continued sucking his cock. Her pussy was over his face. Deliberately, she lowered it onto his mouth. She felt his tongue drive up into her cunt, and rammed her head down on his cock. She sucked his tower carefully, building his excitement, wary of triggering a premature orgasm.
His mouth on her cunt built her own lust, until her cunt was streaming juice onto his face. Since Mike's feet were pointed toward Charlie, she knew her brother was getting a full view of her cocksucking.
Lifting her head, she showed Charlie her spit-shiny chin, her wet, abused lips. Then she lifted her crotch off Mike's face and eased her way down his blocky torso.
Facing Mike's feet, and Charlie, she set the head of Mike's spit-slicked cock at the gate of her vagina. She eased herself down on his phallus, driving it slowly up into her oozing cunt
Charlie wasn't fighting Ginny and Polly any longer. He was watching Cookie get fucked, or rather, fuck herself. He was being slowly stripped by Polly and Ginny, but it didn't distract him. His hot attention was entirely on his sister.
The sight of Cookie flitting confidently from boy to boy, kissing them and fondling their cocks, had driven Charlie nearly nuts. Cookie looked even more sexy and beautiful naked than he remembered from the times she had displayed herself to him.
When Cookie had stripped Mike and then begun sucking his cock, Charlie had stood there, hot lust boiling through his body, unable to move. The sight of his sister's sweet, innocent lips wrapped around Mike's thick blocky cock was too much. All that existed was his incredible blazing lust-lust for his own sister.
Mike's cock slid in and out of Cookie's sucking lips. She pushed her head forward until fully half the pale veined shaft was in her mouth. The pink, bulbous head had to be ramming the back of her throat. It wasn't as complete and dramatic a fellation as Ginny had performed, but it was still damned erotic. And it was all Cookie's idea. Mike was just standing there like an asshole, taking it.
Or maybe Mike wasn't an asshole after all. He was the one getting his cock sucked. Charlie began to curse himself for a fool as he watched his sister's lust being graphically displayed.
Charlie was dimly aware that he was being undressed. Cookie made Mike stretch out on the ground, then proceeded to make him eat her cunt and spit her face on his cock at the same time. And she did it so Charlie could see exactly what she was doing. He could see the pale skin of Mike's prick push and tug with every downward stroke of Cookie's head. Charlie could see how she held the monster, stubby phallus daintily, steadying it in an upright position. He could see how her nose pushed close to Mike's groin with every thrust of her face, and he could see the fingers of her other hand playing gently with Mike's heavy testicles.
Then she spat out Mike's prick. It glittered with her saliva. She crawled down Mike's torso, and showed how her cunt was dripping with excitement. She positioned herself over Mike's cock, set the head of it in her pink cunt, and proceeded to spike herself on it with very obvious glee.
Charlie thought he was going to go mad from watching her fuck herself on Mike's sturdy tower. Charlie could see exactly how Mike's stocky phallus thrust into his sister's sweet, tight pussy.
Cookie was playing with her own breasts, arching her nude torso as she rose and fell on Mike's phallus. Her face was flushed with pleasure as she mashed her boobs hard against her chest and fucked herself up and down on Mike's penis.
Charlie was naked. Ginny and Polly were stripping themselves now. Then, naked, they took his hands, and pressed them into their steaming naked pussies and cuddled his arms against their breasts.
Charlie's eyes were riveted on his sister. She was slowly arching farther and farther back. Mike's cock was being bent back too as the angle of her cunt changed. Her position was letting Charlie see more and more intimately just how Mike's cock fit into her pussy. Charlie could see how her pink tissues were held open by the heavy bulk of Mike's brutal phallus. Then Cookie was reaching down, pulling her labia farther open as her body arched back even more sharply. Then she was on her back, on Mike, her legs bent under her, on either side of him. She was massaging the shining pearl of her clit as she worked her hips, squirming Mike's cock in her guts.
Mike was wrapping his arms around her torso, mashing his thick hands down on Cookie's little breasts. His hips trembled and heaved as he tried to piston his cock in Cookie's backward-bent cunt His pale cock oozed in and out of her sucking channel.
Charlie was out of his skull at this graphic proof of Cookie's sexual experience and prowess. He let himself be hauled down to the ground, tearing his eyes off his sister only when a hot, hairy crotch was suddenly thrust against his mouth. He was overwhelmed with Polly's hot odors.
Cookie was cumming. Her body was stretched painfully by her backward arch. Her ass was pinched tight against Mike's lower belly, and the muscles on the tops of her thighs ached. But the angle of Mike's cock in her cunt was exquisite. The head and dorsal surface of his thick organ were grinding against the foreword part of her vagina. She crushed her clit back against her pubic bone as she felt his cock grinding into her vagina wall. The sun was burning down on her naked body, the slight breeze was drying the juices pouring out around Mike's phallus. Mike's hands were pulping her tender breasts against her ribs, turning her nipples into knots of flame.
Mike had to be getting one hell of a fuck. The sensitive under surface of his cock was getting terrific stimulation as it was stroked by her vaginal wall. He was heaving his hips up as he screwed his cock in and out of her. His moves were coming faster and harder every minute. His prick threatened to whip free of her pussy he was thrusting so violently.
Then he was cumming. She could feel his prick convulsing, feel thick gouts of sperm jetting into her, spurting against her cunt wall.
Writhing, she struggled to attain her own orgasm, and succeeded, only to feel his phallus whip free of her cunt. It was too late to recapture his still spurting tool in her hot hole. Desperately, she clasped his jetting organ with her hands and felt his thick semen spatter her hands, spray over her stretched belly and sting her sun-baked skin.
Just as Cookie climaxed, Charlie managed to battle free of Polly's pussy. He saw Mike's creamy cum spatter his sister's belly and golden-fuzzed pussy. He saw the thick wet pearly globs spurt all over her dainty hands, saw her rub the thick goo into her pubic bush and glistening pink folds. He saw, too, the quivering convulsions of Cookie's thighs. He could see the pulsing of her empty, spasming vagina as she came.
Then his face was being covered with Polly's brown-fuzzed pussy again. Pressing his nose into her, he bored his tongue into her hot, steamy folds. Someone, probably Ginny, began sucking his cock as he ate Polly's pussy.
He bored his tongue into Polly's vagina, reaming her out. His nose was grinding against her pubic arch as he pressed his tongue deep into her steaming cunt. His jaw was jammed under her crotch, pushing against her perineal region, grinding her anus. His head tipped back at an agonizing angle, he devoured Polly's crotch.
He was on a lounge, leaning against the upraised back. Polly was kneeling over him, pushing her crotch down on his face. He opened his eyes, and looked up along her torso, at her softly rounded breasts, at their light pink tips. Polly was peering down between her boobs. Her eyes met his. Her sweet face was shining with perspiration, her lips working as she urged him on. She was stretching her labia open with the fingers of both hands, so he could stimulate her better.
Working his mouth upward, smearing his cheeks with Polly's copious juices, Charlie located her clitoris. It was long and hungry and anxious. He sucked it in between his lips and mangled the tip of it with his tongue. He felt streams of cum pouring over his tongue. He felt streams of cum pouring over his chin as he sucked her mini-penis, drove her to a searing cumming.
Ginny's mouth left his cock, left it aching and burning with blazing hunger. He felt her shifting up farther, and then the head of his cock nestled into her hot crater. She lowered herself, and he felt his cock being swallowed up by her tight clinging cunt. Her ass settled down on his hips. He was as far into her as he could go.
Ginny's hands appeared, reached around Polly and clamped down on Polly's soft round breasts. Ginny began to piston up and down on Charlie's cock, setting his nerves blazing with the friction. She was mangling Polly's tits with her lean, tan, hard fingers, as she screwed herself on Charlie's cock.
Polly responded to the stimulation of her breasts by squirming her fountaining pussy on Charlie's working, sucking mouth. He was suffocating in her thick, wet, juicy folds. He by mistake sucked some of her thick oozings into his nose and had to blow them out into her sticky muff. Polly's thrashing was jerking his mouth between her vaginal hole and her clitoris. His tongue rasped from hole to bud, rasped past her urethra. When Polly misjudged he was presented from time to time with the hard, dry ridge between her vagina and her anus, and on occasion his tongue ripped over that puckered bud.
Charlie didn't care. The cum in his guts felt like a volcano of lava impatient to be released. His glands poured a titanic flood of cum into Ginny's tight pussy. She was bouncing up and down on him with desperate urgency, leaning forward and hugging herself tight to Polly's back and smashing Polly's soft breasts flat against her ribs.
Polly was cumming in a torrent that threatened to drown him. The heavy flood pouring into his mouth, and the searing stimulation of Ginny's cunt around his cock, brought him off with a rush. His hips heaved, his groin convulsed, and blazing wads of cum spurted up into Ginny's vagina. She began to orgasm, her vaginal walls pulsing around his prick as it jetted its load into her. Thick waves of cum pressured out around his phallus and formed a thick, gooey paste between his groin and Ginny's. His face was stick and sticky, soaked with Polly's copious flow.
The three of them coalesced into a single seething knot of orgasming flesh. And in Charlie's pleasure-fogged brain was the tantalizing vision of his little sister, spiked on Mike Wright's blood-bloated spouting phallus.
The searing need in Charlie's guts was hardly dented by the three-way orgasm. The incestuous desire he had for Cookie was still irresistible.
Cookie slowly became aware of the burning sun, the crackling, itchy feeling of dried cum on her stomach, and the eternal, gnawing hunger that had dominated her existence for as long as she could remember. She rolled off Mike, onto the grass, and sat up. Her head was spinning.
The party was in full swing now. In groups of two or more, bodies writhed in a variety of carnal tangles. Pale and tan flesh gleamed in the bright sun. Buttocks quivered and humped, hands groped over bare skin, into sweaty crevices, over stiff prods. Mouths met and sucked, chewed at hairy crotches, at rigid meat. Cocks pistoned in sucking holes with wet, sticky, slapping noises.
It was beyond Cookie's wildest imaginings, this incredible orgy of teenage bodies. There seemed to, be no variation that was not being tried. She was amazed to see two boys together. Then she wondered why that should startle her, considering what she and Ginny had done the week before.
She saw Pete Sanders with a buxom redhead she knew only vaguely. Pete was on his knees between the girl's fleshy white thighs, his face buried in her red-bushed snatch. His hands were kneading her buttocks as he munched on her crotch. His lips were working in her juicy folds. It puzzled Cookie that Pete seemed to be content to eat without being eaten. Then he eased around, lifted his slender leg over the redhead's face. Bending his cock down with one hand, he rammed it into her open mouth. Her lips closed around his hot shaft and her jaw and throat began working convulsively on the knob.
Her lust rising, Cookie turned away, her eyes searching for the one person she really wanted.
She found Charlie at last. He was lying on his back between Ginny and Polly. The three of them appeared to be totally sated. Charlie was on his back. His cock was sagging loosely over one hairy thigh. He was breathing steadily and deeply, almost as if he was asleep. Polly was half on top of him. Ginny was on his other side, on her back. Her slender body was shining with sweat, her pointy tits were still tense with lust.
Then some new boy was kneeling between Ginny's slender thighs, aiming his scrawny, stiff prick into her straight-haired cunt. He plowed his phallus between her bulging labia. She spread her thighs wider and dragged him against her.
Another guy approached Polly. She turned and took his cock deep into her mouth. Her lips were stretched wide by his blocky phallus. The foreskin peeled back as she accepted his thrust. She pried her hands under his ass and shoved her fingers deep into his crack.
Cookie headed across the lawn toward her brother who was now alone, still on his back in the sun. Cautiously, as if she was stalking a timid animal, Cookie moved over him, straddled his legs, and slowly slid up them until her face was even with his cock.
He hadn't moved.
Very, very carefully, Cookie lifted his limp, crusty prick. She studied it, loving its pale grace, the soft purple acorn shape of the glands. The ring-like scar of his circumcision fascinated her. Just above it was a shallow groove, then the glands. The slit at the tip opened when she squeezed the sides of his cock. The little slit became a shallow, shining crater. It looked a little like a fish's mouth as it gaped up at her.
If Charlie felt her studying his limp penis, he gave no sign of it. Carefully, lovingly, she continued.
The shaft was soft and stubby. The skin covering it formed loose folds it was so shriveled. Faint blue veins ribbed the shaft, and a delicate tracery of capillaries was visible just below the surface.
It was all crusty with semen and cum. It was just begging to be bathed.
Gently, Cookie began to lick her brother's cock clean. In a labor of love, she swept her tongue up from the base, up over the yielding cap. Turning his prick gently, she cleaned it thoroughly.
His prick was not so small any longer. It was growing, very, very, very slowly. Taking it into her mouth, she sucked on it, drew blood into it.
Charlie felt his phallus swelling slowly in the gently sucking mouth. He knew who he wanted to have sucking his cock. He didn't lift his head to look, afraid of being disappointed. Why should Cookie want him after the way he had rejected her so many times? Anyway, she had just gotten her fill. It could be any one of a dozen different girls at the party.
But he wanted it to be his sister. His cock was almost hard now. Whoever was sucking him sure as hell knew what they were doing. He tried to picture Cookie doing it to him, substituting his cock for Mike's in the scene from a few minutes ago. The vision sent a fresh gush of blood into his phallus, swelling it against the massaging lips, wedging it deeper into the sucking mouth. Small, firm, warm breasts were brushing his thighs, slim shaved legs were touching his hairy ones. Gentle fingers were fondling his balls, cupping and warming the egg-shaped glands.
It could have been anyone, but he still hoped desperately it was Cookie.
Lifting his head, he glanced down, then let his head fall back weakly with a sigh of relief and ecstasy. The blonde head bobbing up and down on his prick could only belong to Cookie. The hair was tousled, the yellow bow in it half undone and bedraggled.
Reaching down, he untied the ribbon and tossed it aside. Then he stroked Cookie's head tenderly and she sucked his cock.
Right then Cookie knew that Charlie knew it was she. She redoubled her efforts, taking more and more of his heavy meat into her mouth, taking it clear to the back of her throat. She pressed her tongue against the dorsal vein and drew a hot, salty wave of fluid into her mouth. The taste of her brother's secretions increased her desire and determination to suck him.
Charlie shook his head. This wasn't the way he wanted it, not the first time. He didn't want to pour a stream of semen down Cookie's gulping throat. He wanted to shoot it into that beautiful golden twat of hers. He gripped the sides of her head and lifted her off his cock. Gently, without looking down, he pulled her up.
She slid her body up along his with the grace and sinuosity of an eel. Her soft breasts and hard nipples scrubbed along his chest, and then her lips were nibbling on the side of his neck. His cock was up between her warm thighs, the head of it between her hot, sticky labia.
She eased downward, and his cock found her vagina with no help at all. It was as if it was made to plumb her depths. It bored up into her hot, clinging vagina as his lips met hers in a sucking hungry kiss.
She began to rock, slowly, sliding her slender, young body up and down his strong torso. His cock eased in and out of her pussy. The velvet walls of her vagina rubbed his cock nerves to a blazing pitch.
Cookie felt her breasts twisting and tugging as she moved up and down Charlie's chest. Her clit was being rolled between them. The little nerve-bud was being twisted and ground into a gritty paste of pure pleasure between her pubic arch and his.
Her brother's cock slid in and out of her vagina, thrust at the end of her channel, then drew out again. It was like a frustrated animal in a dead-end tunnel, butting and butting and butting against her in a futile attempt to dig deeper.
She wished she were bigger. She wished that tower of flesh could run right up through the center of her body and form a hot, powerful, hard second spine in her. She tightened the walls of her vagina around his tower in a tight embrace.
The delicious feeling of anticipation was building deep in her body. It grew and grew, and burst over her with the power of a thousand Niagara Falls. Her vagina spasming around her brother's spurting tower, she came.