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.