"Whattayamean, no?" he screeched. "Jesus CHRIST!"
"You-you hurt me," she said lamely. "And I'm not going to let you-you do me." She huddled away from him, arms crossed over her breasts, legs crossed and doubled up until she was in almost a fetal position on the seat.
"BITCH!" Mike hissed viciously, moving toward her.
"Sssshhh!" Cookie cautioned, with a quick, meaningful glance at the front seat.
Mike subsided reluctantly, muttering something about "bodyguard."
Cookie loosened up a little bit, but remained wary. "I'm-I'm sorry," she apologized. "But, honest, you did hurt me."
"Cocktease," Mike said sullenly. "That's what you are, a fucking cocktease!" He was half doubled over and had his knees drawn up. "Get me all ready to go, then you say there's no place to go. How the hell do you think that makes me feel?"
"I don't know," Cookie said honestly, easing over toward him. When he tried to reach for her, she fended him off, gently but firmly. "No, not that, Mike, please. Honest, you did hurt me. I'm sorry, but I can't do it."
Mike eyed her suspiciously. "Tell me, did you cum?"
"I-I think I did. Just before you took your hand away." She stared down into her dark lap and twisted her hands nervously.
"So you get all the good stuff, and I get a case of blue balls," Mike sulked.
"Blue balls?"
"Getting me all fired up and then leaving me hanging makes me feel like I've been kicked in the nuts. It isn't fair!"
"But I don't know what to do," Cookie wailed, stung by his accusation. "I'm not a cocktease, but I can't let you do me. I don't know what to do."
Mike swore under his breath. "Well, give me your hands. They'll be better than nothing."
Cookie let him take her hands and guide them to his cock. It was bare now, a thrusting tower of living meat. It was only half as erect as it had been. It felt sort of soft and rubbery. It stiffened and grew when she curled her fingers around it.
"It's so big," she whispered. "I'm not big enough for it!"
Mike's proud grin did nothing to ease her fear of the monstrous tower in her hands. "Move your hands up and down it like this," he instructed, showing her, pushing her hands up and down his phallus.
Cookie bit her lip nervously, fascinated and fearful. The inside of his cock felt as hard as iron. The skin slid over the hard core like a velvet glove.
A soft whimper from the front seat distracted Cookie for a second. Her brother was looking in the direction of Jan's feet. One knee was visible above the back of the seat. Her hand was no longer around the back of his neck, but was clutching at the top of the steering wheel. Her fingers were curling and uncurling in time with her moans.
Suddenly, Cookie realized that her brother was doing to Jan what Mike had already done to her, only more openly and easily. Jan had done him already, and now he was doing her. Jan was on her back, her head in Charlie's lap, while he drove his fingers into her pussy. That must be what they were doing.
The realization brought a surge of desire, a surge that was tinged with jealousy. If Charlie knew all this, why hadn't her taught her some of it? Cookie turned back to Mike, determined to redeem herself and give him as much pleasure as he had given her.
She pumped her hands on his phallus, feeling the skin slip up and down over the hard, rippled column of its core. The ridge along the underside felt a little softer then the top and sides. The tip was rubbery and yielding. There was a groove that separated the head from the shaft. Cookie explored every hot, hard inch of Mike's huge cock, amazed at the softness of the skin and the rigidness of the shaft. She yearned to suck it! His balls were big and full, too, inviting her kiss.
Cookie suddenly remembered a quick glimpse she had caught of her father one time. His cock, thick and short and drooping, had hung down from a thick black bush of hair. Behind it had been a dark lumpy blob.
Cookie explored Mike's crotch, afraid he would object to the intimacy. He didn't. She found his balls, and, fascinated, rolled them around in their wrinkled container, weighing and measuring them. Then she slid her hand forward to caress and fondle his penis again.
Something hot and sticky coated her fingers, making them slide along his hot flesh. Instead of being disgusting, it was exciting, evidence that she was making something happen to him.
He directed her again, curled her hand around his huge shaft, bent her fingers around it. Then he moved her hand up and down on his tower. She massaged the head of his penis with her other hand. Then she began to coordinate her moves, to move her fingers up and down over the cap of his prick as she worked the skin up and down the hard, hot shaft of his penis. More fluid slicked her fingers.
"Yeah," Mike panted softly. "That's right, that's right. Don't stop, don't stop!"
Cookie energetically pumped and pumped her hands on his phallus. Her bra flipped and snapped, rasping and bumping her bare tits, making them burn. She stared down into the blackness, able to see only a vague gray blur as she pistoned her hands on Mike's penis. She wished desperately she could really see what was happening.
"Faster!" Mike urged.
Biting her lip, sweating, her shoulders aching, Cookie did her best. Squeezing harder, she massaged his phallus, faster and faster and faster. Her hands were coated with his gummy oozings now, and felt slippery and sticky as their body heat dried the thick lubricant.
Every stroke of her hands on his shaft made a gummy, sticky sound, a wet, high-pitched slapping noise unlike anything she had heard before. It was a sound she would never forget. And she would always know what it meant.
There was a smell of sweat and musk that made her mouth water. She inhaled deeply as she masturbated him more and more frantically.
Mike's hips began to jerk and heave in opposition to the pumping of her hands. His hand was on her bare thigh. Then his fingers crept toward her panty-covered crotch and dug into the sodden material there, pressed it against her pussy. She scissored her thighs open and shut and squirmed her hips in an effort to get more stimulation from his touch, remembering the fireball pleasure of her first orgasm, ignoring the dull pain that remained.
She was panting with the effort now as she worked her small hands up and down on Mike's erect organ. Her arms and shoulders were aching with the effort. But she refused to stop. She knew something was going to happen. She knew boys' penises squirted something when they came, and didn't intend to stop until that happened. Though it seemed to be taking forever for Mike to do so. She wondered if she was going to be able to keep it up much longer.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Mike panted. "Almost, almost, almost. AM, Jesus that's good, Jesus that's good. Go, go, go, go, go."
His hips bounced and heaved, faster and faster and faster, and then suddenly stopped, jammed up against Cookie's hands. A hand came down around hers, holding her to his prick. She felt it jerk and pump in her grasp, and felt thick, gooey, hot spurts of fluid jet into her fingers where they curled around the cap of his phallus. Glob after glob of thick, scalding fluid spurted from him, burst past the finger covering the slit, spattered her fingers, into her palm, dribbled down over the fingers around the shaft of his organ.
The smell thickened until Cookie could almost taste it. Her hands were bathed in his thick eruption, and her own body was knotted on the brink of a second orgasm. His fingers were digging through her panties into her hot, wet pussy.
The convulsions of the prick in her hands faded gradually to a weak trembling, then died completely. She moved her soaked, sticky ringers on his shaft as it began to shrink. It responded weakly with a few pulsations before withering further, becoming rubbery where it had been hard.
Her pleasure and wonder fading, Cookie sat there, her hands coated with thick, gummy, aromatic semen. Releasing Mike's shriveled penis, she raised them and studied the creamy fluid. Her fingers shone in the flickering light from the screen. She sniffed her fingers, smelled his semen, dragged the essence of it deep into her body, filling herself with the unique aroma. She was Surprised that instead of being disgusted with the gooey mess, it tantalized her, fascinated her, even made her mouth water.