Reaching down, she grabbed Mike's hand and pushed it into her crotch. She clamped her thighs around his wrist, grinding his fingers into her still-covered pussy. Then she uncrossed her thighs and slid her ass forward on the seat, twisting her pelvis in a desperate attempt to increase the pressure on her pussy.
He shifted to her other breast, and the hunger in her crotch became greater than ever. She was whining and whimpering so loudly she knew Jan and her brother were going to hear, but she couldn't make herself stop.
She had to have more, much, much more. Mike was fumbling blindly with her shorts, unable to find the zipper and button that held them closed. With frantic, desperate fingers, Cookie located the fastening and opened her shorts. Mike pressed his hand against her panties, wriggled his fingers down into the hot swamp of her pussy, pressed the lace of her panties into her soft, sensitive flesh. There was a hot point of pleasure there, and a hungry, demanding, pulsing hole that needed to be filled.
All Mike was doing was pressing his fingers against her covered pussy and squirming and heaving against her as he sucked and tongued first one nipple and then the other. Cookie knew what she needed, but Mike evidently didn't, or didn't know how to do it. He kept squirming as if he was trying to climb on top of her, which wasn't possible in the cramped back seat, of the car. Also, her shorts were tangled around the tops of her thighs, and that wasn't what she wanted anyway.
Grabbing his hand again, she guided his fingers under the top edge of her panties. She let him worm his fingers down along her bare belly, between her panties and her body, probing toward that hot ball of need between her thighs. His fingers pressed into her pussy, against her soft mons and its faint fuzz of fine blonde curls. One finger poked between her labia, into her hot, slippery slot. Cookie wanted to curl her whole body around that probing finger.
Mike's squirming had pushed one of his big thighs against Cookie's fingers. She slid her hand over his hot pants-covered leg, and found a heavy, hard ridge. She froze, trapped between fear and curiosity. Then, hesitantly, her fingers explored the hot lump, measured it. It was huge and thrummed with life. It was hot, and hard, and demanding. She knew what it was, even though she had never really seen or felt one before! Intrigued, she allowed her palm to appreciate the hot warmth coming from the thick bulge while her hole oozed wetness at the thought of fucking Mike.
She traced the outline slowly, until her fingers hit the zipper of Mike's fly. She stopped. She wanted to find the tab and ease it down. She knew the tower in Mike's pants was struggling to be free, but she was afraid.
Then Mike's finger moved deeper into her dripping slit, sending another explosive wave of pleasure and need ripping through her. Her hips wriggled and squirmed, inviting him to pry still more intimately into her slippery, hot secrets.
Her fear was wiped away by the surge of excitement and pleasure his touch triggered. Impatient need made her find the tab to his fly. She opened it anxiously, then struggled one handed with his belt.
Then his pants were open, and there was nothing between her exploring hand and his swollen cock but his flimsy cotton underpants. They felt wet and sticky where they stretched over the searing tower of meat. His column of hot flesh felt bigger and harder than ever. It thrust up impatiently now that it was freed from his confining pants. The stretchy cotton knot of his underpants covered it, but wasn't strong enough to restrain it. She could pinch it between her fingers now, and get a better idea of its thickness and size. In the faint light reflected down from Mike's face, his underpants were a vague, ghostly patch. Cookie had nothing but her sense of touch with which to study his jutting swollen prick.
She ran her fingers over the rounded head where it dug into his underpants. Curling her fingers around the bulbous bump, she squeezed. She heard Mike gasp, and his finger drove deeper into her pussy, grinding over the hot button of searing pleasure near the top of her slit. His fingertip was at the entrance to her vagina, teasing and tantalizing her there, pressing against her virginal membrane.
Cookie's pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She had never before been touched down there by a boy, had never even touched herself like that. She gripped the hot handle of Mike's cock, stretching the sopping cloth of his underpants against it. Holding a fully erect penis in her fist was another new experience, which increased her lust. She and Mike had never done much necking. But now, her brother showing the way in the front seat, they had passed the point of no return.
A squirming, twisting movement caught Cookie's attention. Jan reappeared, she was panting hard. Her chin gleamed in the light from the screen as if it was wet. She licked her lips, kissed Charlie, and then squirmed around, showing one bare shoulder before disappearing again. Now all that Cookie could see of the other girl was one hand, which was curled possessively around Charlie's neck. Jan's slender fingers were tangling and weaving through the curls on the back of Charlie's head. Then, for a second, Jan's legs flashed above the seat back. It looked as if she were stripping her pants off. Maybe she was completely naked! Cookie found the thought jarringly exciting. She tried to visualize the older girl stretched across the front seat, her torso in Charlie's lap. But Cookie's imagination failed her, and her lust destroyed her ability to concentrate.
The fireball that had been building in her pussy suddenly erupted. She heaved and bucked as muscle-knotting pleasure blazed through her. Unmindful of the flickering light on her bare chest, she let her head roll and her body twist as pleasure seared through her. It was unreal! It was something she had never imagined, this incredible, flesh-burning ecstasy. She fought to spread her legs wider, but her shorts, still around her thighs, hobbled her. Frantically, she shoved them down and kicked free of them. She spread her thighs wide apart, and felt chill air strike her streaming cunt through the thin material of her panties.
She was cumming-that was what was happening! This was what it was all about, this incredible, soul-searing pleasure. The word she and her girl friends had giggled about at pajama party gossip fests suddenly had a blazing reality.
With her blouse spread open, her bra tangled around her neck, and her shorts in a heap somewhere on the floor of the car, Cookie was nearly nude. Her panties were a token barrier, strained by her straddle-legged position and Mike's hand inside them. She didn't care, she didn't care, she didn't care! She wanted this searing pleasure to go on and on, forever, and ever, and ever!
She thought probably it would have, too, if Mike hadn't suddenly, stupidly, driven a finger deep into her vagina. Her ecstasy was instantly replaced by sharp, cutting pain that was a blast of cold water on her lust.
"OW!" she yelled, immediately regretting it. Her brother started to turn his head. Then Jan Peters' tightened her hand on his neck and forced his attention back to her.
Mike either had not heard Cookie's yell, or was ignoring it. He had shoved her hand away from his cock and was frantically wrestling his underpants down. He was making himself naked, and it frightened Cookie more than it excited her. She was suddenly paralyzed with fear.
Mike moved in on her, clutching at her, climbing on her with fumbling impatience. He was clawing at her like an animal. He was trying to rip her panties off her.
Terror obliterated all lingering desire, and increased her strength. She battled him off, heaving at his shoulders, kicking at him, crossing her legs instinctively, defensively.
"No!" she whispered. "No, Mike. No!"
For a minute, he battled her, panting hoarsely, then swore viciously.
"What do you mean, no?" he demanded sharply.
"Not so loud," Cookie pleaded. "I mean N-O, NO."