Anita didn't waste any time. My luscious little half-Mexican half-sister rigged things so that she wound up on my lap in the back seat of the old Continental ... and we were not five miles from my school, where the girls had picked me up, before I felt her busy little fingers reaching down under her deliciously round little rump to unzip my fly and haul my cock out of its hiding place.
She damn near didn't make it ... I hadn't sunk my pillar of joy into a cunt since September ... and this was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. My prick leapt to attention so fast it got jammed under my fly and she had to work it out by degrees. But it finally came clear and, with a little murmur of delight, she lifted her miniskirt to give her hot bottom freedom and wriggled her steaming, creaming pussy right down over it.
How did it feel? Heavenly...!
She was not wearing panty-hose or anything else underneath the brief skirt, so I was able to slip my hands beneath it and get a good grip on the tops of her thighs and take charge. Thanks to our position, my penetration was not as deep as when I had first fucked her last summer on the island off Baja, but I got all but an inch or so of my rod into her juicy little cunt ... and when I rolled her rump around on my lap, the sensation was terrific.
Man, we had both been on a ten-week fast ... and we were ready, ready, ready....
From the other side of the armrest, my fourteen-year-old kid sister, beautiful blonde little Francie, cried out in aggrieved tones, "Jesus, they're fucking already!"
Darlene, my oldest sister at eighteen, was driving and usually this makes me sore. I got my license last spring, but after I knocked a hubcap off Dad's Cadillac on the stone gate-post cutting a turn too fine, the family began treating me like a four-year-old or something. This wasn't too bad on the island, but I'd been planning to make Darlene give me the wheel for the run up to Ventura County.
Now, with my starving cock soaking sweetly in Anita's coosy, I didn't give a damn.
Darlene called back without turning her head, "Don't use darling Jeff up before we get to Hilltop."
"Not bloody--likely," said Anita, giving her bottom a real roll.
It had been so long since I got fucked that I was close to the boiling point and Anita was already there, giving out little grunts like a pretty little pig as the waves of orgasm washed through her. She got so active it almost slipped out and, with a gasp of alarm, she drove down on it hard and gripped it with the educated muscles that lined her cunt all the way to the womb.
For a mile or so, we stayed there, just letting our fucking pieces soak, letting voluptuous sensation ripple rapturously through us ... and then the old Continental hit a bump and we both exploded. My prick began bucking like a bronco in her wildly pumping pussy and the jizzum came steaming up out of my balls, so thick and ready that it felt as if it might burst through the sides of my dong before it reached the muzzle.
It actually hurt for a moment, along with the pleasure, as it discharged its liquid bolt into Anita's wide-open womb with the impetus of a blunderbuss firing. I held her churning cunt tight against my loins until it was finished.
Then I lifted her bodily off my lap and set her in the center of the wide seat and got out my handkerchief and wiped the semen and pussyjuice off my dong. It was still stiff as a steel girder but Darlene was right. We had a busy weekend ahead of us and there was no point in overdoing the fucking before we even got to Hilltop ... there would be plenty of it right through the four-day Thanksgiving holiday if we were going to pick up the balling where we had left off after Labor Day.
Once it started, that had been the damnedest family gang-bang I had ever heard of. Everybody got into the act.... Anita, my three full sisters Dalene, Francie, and little Jean, and finally Missie, my stepmother, and Dad when he got back to the island. Cousin George, too, who first put the show on the road, until his cock ran out of gas....
I pulled out now, also because I wanted to savor that first delicious piece of butt with Anita before I poked my prick back into her hole ... or one of the other velvet loving cups so beautifully available.
Anita wasn't happy about it. She grabbed my arm in both of hers, rubbing her soft round tit against me, pouting her pretty lips as she said, "It's still stiff, darling Jeff ... why waste it?"
"It won't be wasted," I promised her. "Don't be a pig, honey. Until the other three get there, I'll be servicing all of you."
"You can do it in a breeze," she said and then, before I could tuck my cock back in its garage, she had seized it and bent over it and taken its rounded head into her mouth.
Thanks to the sex-famine I had been going through, my erotic visions had been mostly of getting my dong back into a sweet juicy cunt and letting it go. I had forgotten how great a sucking can be when it's done by a girl who knows how ... and hand it to Anita, she knew how.
Her lips enveloped the upper half of my prick like velvet and she ran her hot long tongue along the underside halfway down to its roots, where her fingers were already giving my cock a titillating massage. She then began pulling on my cock, suctioning extra length and strength into it, and I lifted my eyes in sheer delight at the sensations her moves were sending through my loins.
My eyes met the great dark eyes of Laurette, who had reversed her position alongside Darlene in the front seat and was regarding the action Anita and I were savoring with wide-open interest. I laughed at her and waved and, after looking startled for a moment, she flashed a wide grin and winked slowly back at me. Darlene had brought Laurette from the school she and Anita and Francie attend in Pacific Palisades ... I hadn't heard of her until she turned up in the Continental and hadn't had a chance to take a good look at her before. Now I saw that she was gorgeous.
She was also a delicious burnt-almond color that should never be lumped under the overworked adjective black. Her eyes were tilted, like Missie's, but any resemblance between the newcomer and my stepmother ended right there. Not that Missie isn't a beauty ... she's terrific in every way, including in bed, as I had good reason to know, ... but Laurette was something else, a Diane Carroll, junior-miss size.
I'd never fucked a black girl and right then I wasted to get into her pants ... especially since her reaction to the sight of Anita giving me a rim job more than hinted I'd be in there soon enough.
Just thinking about what this newcomer was carrying in the fold of her butt, along with what Anita was doing to me downstairs, made me pop ... so help me, I came a second time, right down Anita's throat. It was so unexpected she wasn't ready for it and swallowed some of my jizm the wrong way and had a coughing fit.
Somehow, before it was over, little Francie had changed places with her and was smothering me with kisses--
Francie was still short of fifteen in the age department and she wasn't short in anything else, except in the depth of her pussy-lips and the speed with which she had learned how to use them. When they got a good grip on the base of your cock, and began contracting around it, you were halfway to heaven from a standing start.
She was still sexy with baby fat as I ran my hands up under the little blue dress she was wearing while our tongues were doing a bossa nova together. She's a tearing little beauty, too ... with her mop of silver-gold hair framing the face of a naughty cherub out of which sparkle a pair of emerald-green eyes fringed with silvery lashes.
She had her creaming little cunt over my cock before I could even say hello and gripped its roots with her pussy-lips and all but sent me winging right away. It was evident she had been practicing at school, on a candle or broomstick or something, because she had a lot of new tricks since I took her cherry last summer.
She pulled her lips from mine to cry, "Oh, Jesus, Jeff darling ... it's even better than I remembered!"
like Anita before the car hit the bump, she just held me in that wonderful hot little tunnel, slowly tightening and relaxing her labia around its base. We neither of us said anything else ... there was no need to. We were too busy just feeling wonderful.
She was straddling my lap, facing me with her little arms tight around my neck ... a better position for entry than fucking Anita from behind ... and as open and relaxed as a girl can be while she's riding cloud eleven. After a while, she bit her lower lip in a mild explosion and began to move her bottom slowly, sideways, back and forth, back and forth.
Just for kicks, I decided to bring her on all the way. I remembered her special trigger and slid my hands around under her and began tweaking the rim of her tight little arsehole. She gasped and all but fell off my lap, so I dug my thumb up into her rear hole and opened her up.
Francie let out a little scream and then a long moan and went into high gear, rolling and bucking around on my cock in a series of mounting climaxes that caused her bright green eyes to film over with passion and her breathing to become sobs of rapture.
I didn't have to do anything more ... just hold her tight enough so she wouldn't slide off and let her do the work. Over her shoulder, I shrugged at Laurette, who was still watching the action over the top of the front seat. She lifted a long beautiful coffee-colored hand and touched her forehead in mock salute ... but her huge black eyes had gone a little dreamy and I guessed she was having a climax by herself ... I couldn't see what her other hand was doing.
Then my reaction began again. Francie gripped my prick so tightly with those crazy labia of hers that I was almost afraid I'd never be able to get it out of her cunt ... not that I'd have minded being stuck there. Then she began to squeeze them even tighter in slow, rhythmic contractions.
I let out an "Oh, Jesus, honey!" as my sperm began to pump and she grabbed me close around the neck and uttered a little squeal of delight when I shot my third charge right up to the top of her passage. We came together right on the button ... it was a perfect piece of tail.
Darlene, up in the driver's seat, must have been watching us via the rear-view mirror, because she ran the Continental off the road then and almost into a ditch, braking lumpily to a stop. She got out a cigarette and lit it and said, "Okay, that's enough. Laurette and I want our share of darling Jeff and we don't want him all used up by the time we get to Hilltop. Right, Laurette?"
The dark girl murmured, "You can say that again, Darly." She had a voice like liquid sugar, low and soft and sweet and sexy.
"We've got a long weekend ahead and we all want to enjoy it to the hilt ... but won't get there at all if you don't lay off the rest of the way. I can't watch what you're doing and drive this damned buggy at the same time."
She was right, of course. Besides, I still wanted to drive the old Patton tank of a car. I said, "Okay, Darlene, but there's only one way ... we change places."
She hesitated, but the change was made. Darlene moved into the back seat while I got behind the wheel. As I put the Continental on drive, she said, "For God's sake, darling Jeff, don't hit anything or we're both cooked."
As I swung back onto the highway and gave her the gun, I became increasingly conscious of the presence of the black girl on the wide seat beside me. She was giving off vibrations that reeked of sex ... and when I say reeked, I mean reeked, because I could smell the juice she was generating in her cunt. There was nothing wrong with it ... it smelled musky and exciting ... but it was different from the scent of my sisters' sex-sap.
I didn't dare look at her, or I'd have been sure to hit something ... but, man, I knew she was there and ready and waiting, even before I felt one of her long strong hands slide over my right thigh toward my fly.
She said, very low, "You're quite a stud for a white man, Jeff. Where'd you pick it up?"
"Just doing what came unnaturally," I said, making a funny, I don't know why. Perhaps because I felt shy about fucking a female who didn't belong in the family.
She uttered a derisive "Huh-huh!"
But this was strictly camouflage, put out for the benefit of the three girls in the rear seat. She was busily unzipping my slacks and exploring what was inside with her long, limber, educated fingers. Her nails were long, and she almost nicked my scrotum and I let out a yelp.
"What's the matter?" Anita asked anxiously.
"Nothing," I said. "A cramp in my shoulder." This sounded legitimate, since I'd banged it up playing football and my sisters knew it. They'd been almost hysterical for fear I'd hurt a certain part of my anatomy that would have ruined this long-planned Thanksgiving outing.
Laurette played it cool, just as if she wasn't turning my temporarily flaccid prick into a flagpole again. She looked over the seat top at them and said, "Hey, how about some music to sooth our savage breasts?"
Before the assent came, she had the dashboard radio on and, when a hard rock group came in, switched the rear-seat amplifiers on ... using her right hand, which knew very well what her left hand was doing, which was massaging my cock, which was now sticking up and out like a sports-car stickshift.
"Now we can talk," she said, "and they can't hear us."
"So talk, darling," I said, while she made a tunnel of her fingers and began pumping up and down on my quivering dong. "What's on your mind?"
"You ever fucked a black girl?" she asked me, continuing to play with my prong.
"Not yet." I was having trouble keeping any of my attention on the road.
"I've never fucked a white boy, either," she said.
Do you suppose it's going to be different for both of us?" I asked.
"I sure in hell intend to find out," she told me. She looked down at my cock and loosened her grip so that she could see it. Then she said, "I sure in hell like what I've seen so far ... and what I'm seeing right now."
She further activated her left hand, using her fingertips on it as if she were playing a piccolo. If I hadn't just finished shooting my wad three times, once into Anita's cunt, once into her throat and once into Francie's deliciously swampy tunnel of love, I'd have been jacked off right away ... so great was Laurette's impact on me.
Sexy? She was the sexiest girl I'd ever been that close to ... and when it comes to being sexy, while my experience has been limited, from all I've heard Missie and the girls rate way up on the fuck-and-suck totem pole. But Laurette was a cunt, primarily, a cunt and two full fitted boobs and lips and eyes and a coral-pink tongue ... with the rest of her simply thrown in as an afterthought.
Not that she wasn't a real looker ... she was living proof of that "black is beautiful" bit they've been throwing at us the last few years. But her beauty was strictly production for use and what she radiated like an aura was the fact that she knew how to use what she had ... which was plenty.
She worked my dong manually a little longer, then looked at its throbbing expanse and said, "My, what a pretty prick! It looks like some kind of crazy orchid ... all big pink stem and tiny purple blossom on top."
"It feels a hell of a lot better than it looks when it's doing what nature intended it to do," I said.
"Jeff baby," she said softly, "that's something I intend to verify at the earliest opportunity."
"You and me both," I told her.
I nearly sideswiped a passing truck, thanks to the distractions Laurette was offering me, and Darlene poked her pretty auburn head between us and saw what was going on and said, "Laurette, cut it out or we'll none of us get what we're going for."
Laurette grinned with flashing white teeth and it was impossible for Darlene to stay mad at her. Then she said, "All right, honey," and stuffed my still-stiff dick back into my slacks and zipped it in securely. She gave it a pat and said, "You wait right there, little orchid ... don't go nowhere till I can for you."
"Laurette ... ! " Darlene grabbed her by the shoulders and slid the black girl forcibly along the seat away from me until she was all the way over by the right-hand door ... then slammed the armrest down between us to keep us apart.
The only excitement I had the rest of the way was the excitement of anticipation. I knew from last summer that what I had enjoyed thus far was only a tiny foretaste of what lay right ahead of me ... an hors d'oeuvre before the ten-course gourmet banquet.
Hilltop is a rambling old lodge in the mountains east of Ojai that my father half-inherited ... by that, I mean, when his grandfather died, he left it jointly to his kids for use on vacations and holidays, and they divvied it up. This year, we were getting it for Thanksgiving, while some of the other heirs were getting it for Christmas and New Year's ... like that.
It's nothing imagine, but it's a comfortable place ... and the plumbing's good because it's the last thing that was put in, only a few years ago. There's a huge stone Fireplace and a gas kitchen and plenty of Indian blankets, both on the beds and on the walls as decorations. The beds are either plain iron cots or old fashioned brass beds with posts.
I mention beds because they were on all of our hot little minds as we made it to Hilltop. We had the night to ourselves, because Dad had something he had to do in L. A. and he and Missie and little Jean were driving up tomorrow for Thanksgiving dinner and the rest of the weekend.
The first thing we did, once we found that Mr. Spitzer, the man who took care of the place, had got the generator going and the heat on, was to get the hell out of our clothes. I was just stripping off my jockey shorts when the door of my bedroom opened and Darlene came in.
She was naked and she looked as lithe and lovely as she had the first time I saw her that way when she came into my bed at the island last August for the first time. Her red hair is like silk floss, especially the hair right above her tight, long cunt-sheath. The greatest thing about Darlene physically, apart from the fact that she's my oldest sister and loves me, is the fact that her pussy is way up forward, with her clit almost up on her mound above it, in plain view.
Thanks to this sweet freak of nature, we lay down on the cot that was always my bed at Hilltop and kissed and held each other tight and I ran my rampant prick right up into her all the way without having to get into the saddle between her legs.
Not that I mind the saddle ... it's the greatest riding there is ... but Darlene's being able to fuck differently from other girls didn't make her any the less attractive in my eyes. And the lining of her tunnel felt even better than I remembered it ... close fitting and alive all over even when it was held still.
I said, "Hot damn, but that feels great!"
She hugged me and wriggled a little and it felt even greater. Then she whispered, "I was afraid the others would use you up before I could get a piece of your beautiful prick."
"I'm packing a full load of coal," I replied. "I've been saving it up for ten weeks and you know it."
She spasmed then ... grabbing hold of me all over as her body stiffened and flattening her medium-small, very firm boobs against my chest. I squeezed and sucked at her nipples until they stood up and ran a hand down over her buttocks and then slid it between us just about where cock and cunt merged.
I kissed her fondly then, holding my hand and just letting our sex-pieces soak as she relaxed and looked at her. She returned my look with love and bit her lip and then said, "Do it, darling Jeff, do it...."
CHAPTER TWO
I diddled her beautifully exposed little clit and she went right out of this world ... into orbit somewhere out in the asteroid belt. I'd forgotten how really wild her action was once she really got winging, and before I could claim any sort of control, she had rolled me over on my back and was riding me like a Cossack, touching ground first on one side, then on the other ... and then, before I could begin to get my rocks off, it was all over.
Three pairs of hands grabbed her and lifted her right off my prick and left me fucking the air with my soaking-wet dong sticking up like a ghost town telegraph pole.
I said, "For Christ's sake!" and that was nothing to what Darlene was saying as the other girls dumped her wriggling, squirming body across the foot of the bed and held it there. A lot of the talk around my school consists of the classic four-letter words ... shit, fuck, prick, cunt, like that ... but it was mild stuff compared to what the girls evidently used in the select seminary for incipient young ladies they attended.
I heard things like "syphilitic turds" and "urinating sub-human cretins" and "scrofulous pissers" and a whole string of curses guys just don't use but which rated respect. Darlene was still coming and both hands were working busily in her tight little cunt while she swore at her tormentors.
Francie began to look scared but Laurette took charge. She said, "Pull her paws out ... I'll snap her out of it."
The girls obeyed and the beautiful little spade pushed her legs wide apart and poked her head into my oldest sister's suffering pussy and ran her tongue right up into her hole. Darlene's curses turned to moans at this sweet treatment and while I propped myself up to watch, Laurette gave me a side-look out of her big, tilted black eyes and then she winked.
She pulled her tongue out of Darlene's cunt and it was white with pussy-juice, which she lapped from around her mouth as well ... and then she flashed her double row of white teeth as she dug her head back into Darlene's cunt. Only this time the tunnel of love was not her target.
Instead, she seized my redheaded oldest sister's up-front clit between her teeth and bit it, first gently, then hard. Darlene's moan of gratification became a shrill yip of anguish as the black girl shook her head back and forth, pulling poor Darlene's button with it.
Darlene's lovely legs began thrashing wildly around and her screams got louder, ending only when Laurette opened her mouth and released her. The black girl got up then and gave Darlene a hard slap right on the nubbin of delight she had just been so busily chewing.
Anita had been watching the action curiously, as if it were an irresistible basket of fruit, but little Francie had not been wasting time. Even before Laurette got her teeth into the act, she had dive-bombed my exposed cock and was giving it a working over with her own lips and tongue ... but not, praise Allah!, with her sharp little teeth.
Laurette and Anita didn't see what the baby of the party was up to until Darlene subsided, shocked back to sanity by the black girl's bite ... but then they made up for lost time and pulled her off my prick so hard the momentum dumped her on her sweet little butt on the floor over against the wall.
I said, "God damn it, what's the idea?" I was beginning to boil over at being interrupted in my pleasure twice in a row.
Anita said, "We had a little game worked out ... but I guess we got a little excited."
I grabbed the base of my dong and waved it at them and said, "You're excited? ... what about me?"
They got together then and half-pulled, half-lifted me off the bed and hustled me back to the big room, where they had got the fire crackling in the great stone fireplace. If you've never been pushed and pulled along by four beautiful naked girls whose sole purpose is to get your cock into their juicy little cunts ... well, all I can say is try it the first chance you get.
The whole world became bouncing bubbies and buttocks and soft little bellies and laughing lips and long-lashed eyes loaded with lust ... and I felt like the Grand Turk himself on a fiesta night in his hairy harem. They had piled all the carpets on top of one another in front of the big stone hearth and tossed a half-dozen cushions around on top of the soft platform thus created.
Darlene, who was back with the rest of us after her rudely interrupted trip to outer space, said, "We decided we'd have to work out some sort of system to share you, darling Jeff, so we decided to play a sort of Judgment of Paris ... with your wonderful cock as the prize."
"How do you like them apples, Shirley?" said Laurette to no one in particular.
I remembered the myth ... Paris must have been the first beauty contest judge in all of prehistory, with three goddesses offering him their most lavish gifts. And when he gave the apple to Aphrodite in return for the cunt of Helen of Troy, he brought on the Trojan War we've all been stuck with reading about in school.
It seemed to me, I was in a lot better shape ... with four-count 'em-not three-young goddesses and the only war in prospect a set of sweet combats any red-blooded teen-age kid like me would gladly give his eyeteeth to engage in. Talk about sitting in the catbird seat ... !
Anita said, "The thing is, you choose us all, but in order ... and that's the order you continue until the others get here tomorrow and the real gang-bang starts."
Laurette said, "If I'd known I was going with such a bunch of gun-tops, I'd have got into the act a lot sooner. I'm the only one who hasn't even tasted that good-looking prick."
Darlene snapped, "That's only because you haven't had a chance. Remember, I saw you trying to jack darling Jeff off in the front seat."
That marvelous flashing grin again and, "Shit, honey, you can't blame me for trying."
I decided it was time for me to take charge ... after all, I was sort of the prime piece being the only male on the scene. I said, "Okay, girls ... but if I'm going to make the choice, what have you each got to offer?"
Little Francie pouted. "But you know what we've got."
"Exactly ... and don't think I'm not crazy in love with all of you, because I am. But Laurette's got a point ... and I don't know what she's putting out with yet. So it's going to be Laurette first, because she hasn't fucked me yet, then Darlene because she hasn't finished her turn, then Anita, because she's been longest in dry-dock, then you, Francie, because I really dig that baby fat of yours, and by then I'll probably be needing revival treatment."
They took it ... hell, they had to, and the three of them sat down on cushions on the edge of the hearth to watch. I guess it's a good thing I'm used to crowded dormitory living and got started gang-fucking right away last summer or I might have blown the whole beautiful deal.
There was something awfully clinical about fucking Laurette for the first time with the others sitting there looking on ... a lot like being on an operating table in a surgical theater with the interns up in the circular gallery to see how it's done ... only these interns already knew at least as much as the surgeon.
Then I took my first good look at Laurette, naked ... things had been too busy for that before ... and I didn't have another idea in my head except that of sinking my cock into her cunt and grabbing hold of all that female satin loveliness.
Man, she was something to look at ... !
With the firelight on that milk-chocolate skin, her curves were enough to put a hard on a eunuch. If she had radiated sexiness with her clothes on in the car ... here, bare-arsed naked, you could multiply that by ten. Her boobs were as big as Anita's, but where Anita's were like grapefruit halves, Laurette's were cones ... sticking right out of the rise of her chest to a pair of nipples already erect as the tips on a pair of lances.
Laurette's waist was so thin I could almost put my hands around it and have my fingertips meet, and the way her pelvis blossomed beneath it made me think of Sophia Loren, only Laurette's was not quite that big. Right then I could not catch the curve of her buttocks, but I didn't give a flying fuck in hell ... the curve of her abdomen and the bulging mound at its base more than made up for it....
Her pussy was hairless, which was something new to me, and the cleft of her cunt ran right up into it, reminding me of Darlene ... except that her clit was not out in the open. But I could see the protrusion of lips like Francie's, only more so, where her coosie waited for me between the twin cylinders of her long, slender thighs.
Her tilted black eyes lost their laughter as we moved closer together, and the wonderful fullness of her mouth narrowed as our lips met. I fingered those cone-like boobs as our tongues kissed and slid my other hand down her back into her crotch as our bodies accommodated themselves to one another's and she dropped a free hand between our bellies to give my already aching prick a workout ...
This little black beauty might be a clown, I thought, but not when there was fucking to do ... fucking was evidently serious business with her.
Her long rapier-thin tongue leapt into my mouth like a springing snake and lashed around in my mouth wildly, while her wonderfully full lips, no longer narrowed, seemed to spread all over the lower part of my face and then to suck it into her head ... the damnedest, most crazily exciting kiss I had ever enjoyed.
Those cone-like brown breasts jutted like rocket-tops and drilled themselves right into my ribs and, downstairs, that sweet hairless pussy captured my cock and drew it downward into the already slippery crotch below, where it met my burrowing fingers head-on. Then she began bumping and grinding in a feverish samba, holding it clamped tightly in her creaming crotch with the top of it pressed against the lips of her cunt, bearing down on it with her stiff clit to get maximum sensation out of our vertical position.
The rich, musky aroma of her sex-sap, which I had already succumbed to in the car, enveloped us both and made the whole world sexy. It was terrific, but I was still hanging halfway up the wall after the coitus interruptus the girls had inflicted on Darlene and me and I had to poke my thing into her hot tunnel or go out of my mind.
Laurette was amazingly strong for a girl, but I got a leg behind hers and tripped her so that we fell to the pile of Indian blankets, still locked together on our sides. For a moment, the fall shook her up, and I took full advantage of her moment of shock to set up the beautiful game my way. I rolled her underneath and got up on my knees and grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her right up on my own, with her long dark-brown legs forking me on either side.
I wanted a good close look at what I was about to get into and there was her fascinating hairless cunt right in front of me with the purple orchid head of my rampaging prick just a fraction of an inch from its palpitating wide open lips!
Laurette really had a beautiful cunt and there was no powder-puff of hair to hide any of its succulent beauty. It was bright red against the chocolate brown of the rest of her beautiful body and actually glittering with her cream ... the clit sticking out of its drawn-back cover like a shining coral bead. With her lips wide apart, her tunnel of love lay open and seemed actually to wink at me as if inviting the assault.
Suddenly, she came out of her shock and her hands flashed downward and pressed my rigid cock right into the tiny subway entrance, so that the head of the orchid and about an inch of the stem disappeared from view. She tried to push herself onto more of it, but I was getting a charge out of the bird's-eye view of all that terrific sex machinery and held her back by pushing the insides of her thighs wide apart, wriggling to stir up the pudding in the mix master as I did so.
She was really wide open now and begging for more. Through clenched teeth, she said, "Jesus, Whitey ... you can do better than that."
She activated her cunt to match my action and, so help me, the labia snapped open and shut around it, producing a series of reactions I could no longer resist. Gripping her sleek thighs tightly to hold them almost at right angles to her body, I pulled her toward me slowly and watched my cock disappear to the hairs in that sweet, sopping wet subway of hers. As I got it all the way in, the labia snapped shut for a last time ... and stayed that way, effectually imprisoning a victim who had no desire to escape.
Quite the contrary....
If Laurette's tongue was like an adder, her body was that of a sleek brown boa constrictor ... sinuous, powerful, unpredictable. I released her thighs, and she spread her feet wide apart on the carpets and put her cunt into a crazy African dance with her rump gyrating wildly in the air a lot more of the time than it lay on the soft wool beneath us.
Talk about having it socked to you ... man, she really rammed it home. That hole of hers just didn't know when to quit.
With that kind of action plus the hung-up shape I was in already, it didn't take me long to get my rocks off ... besides, I usually shoot fast in a new hole. No two of them feel the same when your cock is roiling around inside them, and the variety gets different reactions thanks to different stimuli.
How to describe Laurette's terrific sex-piece...? Well, it was like being inside of a tight-fitting, beautifully lubricated, incredibly flexible piece of tubing ... maybe inside a snake would be a better description.
And it was alive, alive, alive ... her climaxes came so fast and so furiously that there seemed to be no letdowns between them. My rod was buried right in the sweet-succulent heart of all that action, and when the sperm came up from my balls and through my prick to explode far up in her guts, she trembled all over so violently that it must have registered tops on the Richter scale at Mount Palomar or wherever they keep it.
Her flow of fluid, combined with my jizm in her cunt, was so copious that I actually felt as if my prick was drowning. I tried to take advantage of the little time of slipperiness to give it some air, but Laurette was having none of that, thank you.
She thrust that terrific hairless pussy of hers right along with me and then locked me tight in the cage of her arms and legs with the tips of her brown cones digging into my flesh and that terrific sex-smell she exuded enveloping us even more.
"No you don't," she said, her voice grainy with the climax that was coursing through her. "You're sticking right with baby."
In seconds, the rubbery feeling caused by my sperm was gone, absorbed by her stickier sex-sap, and we were off to the races again. After a rocking, roily flurry to ensure the permanence of my erection, we settled down to a slower tempo, lying on our sides and savoring the sheer beauty of cock in cunt.
She smiled then as slow climaxes crept rather than raced through her quivering black body, smiled for the first time since we made our approach. "Now I know what Darlene's been shooting off her big mouth about," she said. "What you've got, darling Jeff, nobody else has ... at least nobody I've ever fucked."
My prick seemed to swell an extra half-inch or so in pride, and my head brushed those sweet little flanges at the gate of the womb that tell you, you're really in there all the way. Her eyes closed and again a climactic shudder rippled through her big-serpent body.
She said, "Whoo...! Delicious...! "
I just held it there, letting her do what she wished. And then other faces were in our world, the sweet sex-hungry faces of Darlene, little Francie, and Anita. They were crowding around us on their hands and knees, their breasts like the hanging gardens of Babylon.
"Has he come yet?" Darlene asked anxiously.
"Not yet, Darly honey," grunted my swinging brown partner. "We're letting nature take its course.'-'
We had rolled well away from the scene of our first orgasm, and Anita rubbed a finger in the wet spot we had left and then sucked on it. She cried, "Laurette's lying ... I can taste his semen."
I'll be double damned if they didn't pounce on us and give Laurette the same treatment they had given Darlene in my bedroom before the gang-bang got going. They literally pulled us apart.
I've got to hand it to Laurette. I expected a real wild fucker like that to go berserk when they pulled her off my joystick. For a moment, her black eyes flashed and she put up a struggle as the other three dragged her clear of my crotch with her scarlet cunt still yawning wide open from where I lay.
Little Francie cried, "You cheated!" and her halo of golden hair seemed to shoot sparks. Laurette just lowered a long sinuous arm and tousled it and grinned and said, "When a gal's got a real sweet prick like that in her cunt, she's got a right to cheat a little to keep it there."
Darlene said, "Now you know how I felt when you pulled me off, Laurette."
Laurette looked down at my still-stiff cock and said, without taking her eyes off it, "Darly-girl, it looks to me like you're wasting a lot of valuable time ... to say nothing of a lot of valuable prick."
Darlene literally leaped on me with her long dark-red hair streaming out behind her. She landed astride of me with her up-front cunt right on target, and I slipped my cock right into her slick sheath as if we had never been pulled apart.
Usually, my oldest sister liked to let it ride slowly ... but not this time. She was still hanging tight from our first interruption, and what she wanted most in the world was to complete that broken-off piece of tail ... or a reasonable facsimile thereof, since Laurette had taken that load of jizm in her own marvelously educated coosie.
When I realized what she was doing, I decided I might as well enjoy her to the utmost, since this one was obviously going to be a quickie. So I went ahead with the trick I'd been on the verge of doing when the other girls spoiled the act.
I took my right hand from her left buttock and dug it into her protruding clit. She stiffened and gasped and her eyes almost rolled out of sight, and then uttered a pathetic little mewling sound as all reason deserted her.
Then she crouched over me with her hands pinning my shoulders to the carpets under us ... and began working her cunt like a sex-crazed lunatic. It was as wild as fucking Laurette, only different. Darlene was as lithe as Laurette, but her orgasms were bumpy and further apart ... if not by much. Nor did she cream quite so lavishly, though there was plenty of pussy-juice flowing to grease the way.
She ground and rotated and, even when she paused to rest, she kept the action going by pulling her gut in and then relaxing it. Since her cunt was right up there, this did weird and wonderful things to both of us and, to get even more out of her, I took her clit between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it ... and for a final fillip, I gave it a quick little pinch.
This time, Darlene screamed and swayed so unsteadily that I thought she was going to pass out. But she bit her lip hard and hung on, flattening herself on me with each stroke, wriggling convulsively except when she was moving her body up or down and sobbing instead of breathing with the force of her released passion.
Finally, when I felt my time rolling up again, I took charge. I held her tight the next time she flattened her sweet little boobs against my ribs and rolled us over so that I came out on top. Then I bent her legs right back on her belly and pulled them wide apart so that she was helpless ... and then I began fucking her with long, slow strokes.
I could feel my loins churning with the impending come and pulled out slowly to help it along ... then rammed it all the way in and let her have the full load as far up inside her as I could reach ... which, in her case, was all the way. She lay there, lost in lust, kicking her heels on the carpets and beating them with the flats of her hands for minutes after I pulled my dripping dong out of her hole....
CHAPTER THREE
I needed a little time off after drilling Darlene's well, and the girls treated me as if I were a prince and they were my handmaidens. They propped me up on pillows in front of the fire and Francie mixed me a highball and then she and Laurette and Darlene went to the open kitchen at the far end of the big room and got busy preparing dinner.
Anita? She stayed right with me. It was her turn next, and she didn't intend to miss it.
All my sisters are beauties, each in her own individual way, each different from the others. Darlene is sort of a Diana type ... lithe and lean and with thin, beautifully trained lips and small boobs and a cloud of pale red hair that falls to her shoulders ... not to forget the upfront cunt I had just plumbed to a fare-thee-well.
Francie, with her sweet little body laden with baby fat and with that short little hole and those hungry lips at its gate, is something else entirely ... and just as delicious to fuck. Add her pouty little face with those green eyes and her mop of golden-streaked silver hair and you've got a dish succulent enough to stir the loins of a saint to the drooling-tool point.
Little Jean ... but Jean, like our stepmother, Missie, had not yet made the scene. She's got to be the twelve-year-old with one of the best educated little cunts in the world. It was Cousin George who drove the first spike into her hot little pussy a couple of years ago, and while George and I have our areas of disagreement, he can't be shorted in the screwing department. Certainly, he gave little Jean an education that rates a graduate degree in fucking, summa cum laude.
Anita ... well, even in clothes, my stepsister's body looked like a well wrapped basket of delicious fruits. Naked, as she was now, it looked like a cornucopia with all those goodies tumbling out all over the place. I haven't met her father, but he must have been a damned good-looking man ... for Anita was already more beautiful than Missie, her mother, and that's saying a hell of a lot.
From old movies I've seen, I'd say that Missie looks like Dolores del Rio and Lupe Velez rolled into one super-succulent jelly roll ... Anita's all of that and more, but she's got something all her own.
It was she who took my cherry in the warm Gulf water off the island where we spend our summers, so I felt I owed her something now. She sat squatted on her knees beside me, looking down at me with love in her great dark eyes, and I put my drink on the hearth and put out my right hand and cupped it gently around her satin-smooth buttocks.
She leaned over to push her sweet marshmallow of a mouth against mine, and her big, beautiful breasts spilled onto my chest and were sweetly flattened against me as she sent a busy little tongue darting in and out of my mouth like a suckling hummingbird. A softly firm little hand slid down over my belly to cup my balls and then to make an artificial cunt of itself around the lower portion of my still-flagging dong.
I pulled her tighter on top of me, gripping the lovely dome of a buttock in either hand, spreading them and working my fingers into the creaming crack between them. She moaned and thrust and wriggled those exuberant roundnesses against me and her hand gripped my cock so convulsively that I pulled my lips clear of hers and let out a yelp.
"I'm sorry, darling Jeff," she gasped, pushing herself upright over me. "I can't stand not having it in me much longer."
She wasn't kidding, either. Her near-black eyes were smoky with passion and I could feel the pussy-juice really spilling out of her hot little cunt. She worked herself down until she was squatting over my prick, pulling on it and trying to work it into her hole.
Her grab had cooled my joystick and she failed to make it ... but Anita was not a girl to give up, not when there was a piece of tail in front of her.
She uttered the Spanish edition of "shit" and pushed back her long, thick, glistening, blue-black hair, then reversed herself and went down on me, enveloping my recalcitrant cock with a mouth even softer than her tunnel of love.
That interesting portion of her anatomy was right up there in front of my face as she set to her cocksucking task with a will. Its lips were wide open and the gates of her vagina were ajar so that I could actually see up into her hole. The thick white cream picked up the leaping lights of the fire and actually made her cunt glisten.
I pulled it toward me and poked my tongue right into her hole, massaging the button just beyond it with both my thumbs. I could feel her reaction in the convulsive tightening of the soft lining of her mouth around my prick ... which was beginning to show signs of returning life under this delectable stimulation.
Man, I'd forgotten how good a two-way suck job actually felt!
I reveled in the sweet-sour taste of her flowing pussy and ran the long thin snake of my tongue as far into her hot hole as it would go
... and I have one hell of a long tongue, the kids used to kid me about it but not any more ... not since I've poked it into them where it does the most good.
As we sucked away at each other, I realized that fifty million Frenchmen are entirely right in preferring this form of sex to the orthodox variety ... not that straight fucking is not its own wonderful reward. But having your face buried in a loving girl's crotch while she swallows your manhood is a lot more intimate than merely poking your prick into her cunt ... after all, it brings four areas of sex into contact instead of just two.
It was terrific, all right, but there was just one drawback ... I couldn't kiss her nipples and, with Anita, that was the key to erotic madness, like Missie's bellybutton and Francie's arsehole. All you have to do is kiss one of her boobs while you're fucking her and she explodes all over the place.
It's fantastic....
Anita was in no hurry, bless her hot little heart. She brought me right up to the boiling point three times and then withdrew her lips and tongue in the nick of time and gave my jumping cock an airing to cool it off. In the meantime, I was thrusting and rolling my tongue around in her cunt and lapping up the cream that was spreading all over her crack and working her clit with both my thumbs and feeling her go into orbit every couple of minutes in spasms of voluptuous delight.
But it wasn't the big one we had waiting for us, and we both knew it ... and, after my third airing, she lifted that delicious rump from my face and reversed herself. My rod was a regular saber by this time, jutting right up under her as she planted herself with her cunny directly above it. She looked down at me, her face full of love and laughter, and said, "Look, pa, no hands!"
With these words, she lowered her dripping hole right over the head of my rampant cock and enveloped it slowly without manual assistance. It slid right into that wet wonderland like a homing pigeon, as easily as a sabre slicing through warm butter. With the pillows propping my back, I was half sitting up, and there, right in front of my face, were those twin ivory domes with their stiff little coral pinnacles jutting straight out.
I grabbed Anita right under the armpits and pulled her torso forward and gave her right tit a slow careful kiss. I flattened my lips around it and licked it gently with my tongue, then brought my teeth into play and bit it, worrying it back and forth the way I had just finished worrying Darlene's clit.
It was a good thing I had a firm grip on her, because she began to gasp and groan and shudder and her bottom went into a wild bossa nova that all but unseated her from her perch on my dong.
She began whimpering, "Don't, darling ... I can't stand it ... please don't ... please...! "
The last word was the only one she really meant, of course, because she was getting the balling of her young life ... and me right along with her. When she paused for a spasm, I transferred my attentions to her left tit, and that really detonated the thermonuclear explosion.
Anita let out a wild yip and grabbed me around the head and began pushing first one, then the other beautiful boob right into my face. As to what was happening in the basement at the same time, I don't really know how to describe it except that it was the wildest, most wonderful piece of butt I had had yet.
She rotated her steaming little cunt ... she rammed it up and down my cock ... she corkscrewed it ... she rolled it back and forth across me ... she combined all four fundamental motions into fantastic action. This time she was too far out to call a halt when my cock began bucking inside her hole and I was ready ... was I ever ready!
My sperm came boiling up out of my balls and exploded like a shotgun charge deep in her guts. Anita let out a string of Spanish obscenities and then her eyes rolled upward and she went rigid as a post. I thought for a moment she was dead and bit her left nipple just to find out ... and she whimpered and went into a second spasm with her legs flying straight out on either side in a split.
I could see the base of my cock through the hairs that surrounded it. The rest of it was thrust all the way up her hole ... and if the rest of her was in some sort of rigid orgasm, that part was far from dead. Those little magic muscles were expanding and contracting like they were breathing, doing wonderful things to my still erect prick.
But little Francie, who was on deck for the next inning, had been right alongside at the finish, knew damned well what had happened and was not going to let our stepsister cheat her out of her piece of butt. She called Darlene, and the two of them pulled her off me ... our sex-pieces made a weird sucking sound as they came apart ... and dragged her to the other side of the pile of carpets.
Francie was on me like a silver-gold kitten, licking Anita's pussy juice and my jizm from my dong and making sure it had no chance to subside. How she was able to get it into her sweet little mouth (or into her sweet little cunt for that matter) is a mystery ... but what Francie wanted, she got, and right now she wanted my cock in the worst way.
All my sisters took to sex as if it were swimming ... they wanted it young and they wanted it from me, thank God. But Francie seemed to go for fucking and sucking even more than Darlene or Jean or even Anita ... which was to say she was crazy for it, because the others would all rather fuck me than eat.
Little Francie reasoned quite correctly that my cock was growing tired and therefore needed something special in the way of stimulation. For a fourteen-year-old kid she was truly precocious ... and she had picked up just about everything there was to know about sex from her sister and me last summer on the island.
She must have been doing some homework at school during the long sex famine of the fall term, too ... because she squatted athwart my thighs and went to work on my cock like a master sculptor creating a figure to suit his imagine.
She molded it with the fingers of both hands, titillating the sensitive ridge along its underside with her tips until it began to assume even greater length than before.
Then she bent over, causing her half-grown boobs to thicken and fill, and applied her sweet little mouth to the labor of lust she was engaged in. She nibbled and sucked at my crown and rimmed it with her teeth, all the while gently massaging the base and the lower portion of the shaft. I could feel my cock give a convulsive leap as it added to its thickness and the stir of voluptuous excitement in my loins.
She sucked it a little longer until I felt it would burst, then withdrew her lips and ran her tongue slowly up and down its underside, sending waves of hot chills right through me. By this time I had a real flagpole going for me and she lifted her head and looked at it with green-eyed approval ... and then pushed it down with both hands and held it that way, causing even more blood to rush into its rod-like vessels, while she moved forward until she was in position right over it.
Then she let it go and it snapped back upward and right into her creaming little cunt. So great was its momentum that it might have slipped right out again as it sprang upward toward my belly ... had not her fabulous cunt lips gripped it tightly and held it full inside the target.
Then she looked down on me, her emerald eyes aglow with pleasure and her bottom rotating ever so gently and said, "Maybe I'm last but I'm not least, darling Jeff ... "
I let her do most of the delicious work for a time and she was more than ready, working up to a succession of early climaxes that were nothing but pleasure to my own loins. She had picked up the trick, somewhere, of reaching an orgasm and then coming to a shuddering halt while it worked itself through her body, savoring its voluptuous excitement, then beginning slowly to peak again once it had run its course.
Three, four times, I let her have this sport with me ... and then I decided it was time to get us both into orbit. The little devil had worked me up to a pitch with her beguiling technique until I knew I could come whenever I chose.
So when she peaked for the fifth time, I waited until her spasm of delight had all but passed through her dear little body ... then grabbed her buttocks and drove my thrusting prick right up into her past the gates of her womb and held her rump tight against my loins while I probed the core of her guts with a succession of up-drives, withdrawing slowly each time and then ramming my cock home like a trip hammer.
She went berserk but she wasn't strong enough to break my grip on her bottom and then, to finish things off right, I dug my thumbs into her tiny arsehole again, stretching its taut elastic rim and pulling her clit tighter against the top of my dong. Her spasms came so fast they seemed almost continuous and I knew she was really winging when she began to utter a string of four-letter words in grainy, sex-obsessed, accents and her body reddened with the flush of complete sexual fulfillment.
Only then did I let go my grip on her rump, and she literally went wild, thrashing about with it in all directions like a beheaded snake, and forcing me to grip her loins lest her wild movements cause us to split. She was gasping, "Oh, shit ... oh, fuck ... oh, suck ... oh, my God...! " as passion completely took possession of her and she rolled around so crazily with her maddened cunt that I was almost afraid she'd snap my stalk right off at the base.
When I felt my own time coming, I pulled her close and reveled in the feel of her soft baby fat, while her bottom went up and down and round and round like some sort of eccentric dynamo about to explode. When my sperm finally spurted, I really flattened her against my chest and belly and let her have the full load, way up somewhere inside her ... it felt like her diaphragm, so deep was I in her little body, and she said later on it felt the same way to her.
Then it was over for me ... and I do mean over ... and I held her sweat-sleek body close and diddled her sopping cunt until at last her spasms subsided. Then she cuddled against me dreamily and radiating nothing but love. When I kissed her gently, our lips tasted of salt ...
That was the start of the greatest fucking weekend I had ever experienced ... and while my experience may have been brief it had certainly been intensive back on the sun-swept island in the Gulf of Baja. I was spent and my stomach was growling so loud it echoed off the beams of the lofty lodge ceiling.
The other girls had everything ready by then and had put the piled-high platters on a low square table next to the heap of Indian carpets opposite the great fireplace. Except for a tureen of steaming chicken gumbo, everything was cold ... rare roast beef, chicken in aspic, a huge mixed salad with tomatoes, half-boiled eggs and anchovies, potato salad, tuna-fish salad and a long loaf of French bread with butter and three kinds of jam. For dessert, we had napoleons and, to drink, three magnums of cold duck. Dad and Missie had driven up the weekend before to stock the big hotel-type refrigerator-freezer for the Thanksgiving weekend, and they had done one hell of a job.
We sat around on the Indian blankets, eating off paper plates with our fingers mostly and it made the prettiest kind of picture ... my lovely sisters and Anita and Laurette, all of them naked and with the flickering firelight making endless patterns on their satin-sleek skins. We all got high on the sparkling cold duck and laughed and frisked around like the healthy kids we were ... but the girls must have made some sort of deal, because they left me alone, sexually at least.
That was okay with me ... after all, I'd been doing four times the work they had, and I was finished, shot down, for the time being. Not that I objected to the work, mind you ... hell, I'll love putting out that way as long as I live ... but I could only go just so long and come just so often without a real break.
As I looked at them, I marveled at the differences in their cunts and their bodies all over, and wondered what kind of a jerk it had to be who said all women are alike upside down. As you and I have reason to know, they were all as different from one another as day and night ... and not only in physical structure but in their personalities and reactions once my cock was sunk in their pussies.
They even creamed differently ... I thought Laurette was probably the most in that all-important department, but Anita ran her a close second, not only in the speed with which her pussy-juice began flowing once she was aroused and in the area it flooded, but in its thickness of content ... something else I had found had a lot to do with whether a girl was a truly fine fuck or not.
Little Francie came next and she was great, of course, but she was smaller in every way and not quite as copious. Darlene started her creaming later than the others and it was not as sticky ... but when she came, she really flooded the mattress with it.
But if I was shot down temporarily, the girls were not ... and once the meal was finished and the cold duck took its effect, they began to grow more and more playful with one another, kissing and squeezing tits and making passes at each other's cunts. The way they sprawled around on that pile of blankets made it almost like a living carpet of soft young girl arms and legs and bellies and boobs and lips and hair and cunts, cunts, cunts....
I just lay back there against the pile of pillows the girls had fixed for me and enjoyed the hell out of it while my pooped prick lay at a lazy half-mast. Once, Darlene looked up from Laurette's pussy, which she was busily sucking, and saw that I was not as dead as I had been and made a move to disengage from the black girl and join me ... but Laurette was having none of that.
She lifted her head and followed my oldest sister's gaze in the direction of my cock, then grabbed Darlene's head and rammed it back into her wiry-haired crotch and said, "You want to ruin the fun before it's half-over? Old Jeff won't be ready for at least another hour for the kind of workout we have in mind."
I wasn't sure she was right ... after all, my loins were beginning to stir with symptoms of returning lust ... but since I had no blueprint of the "workout" Laurette had mentioned, I decided to let the girls call the turn. I knew, in any event, that I was not going to have a lonely night ... not with that quartet of sizzling platters.
Laurette spasmed then and, when they had separated, said to Darlene, "Sweetie, you're so crazy for cock, I've got an idea. I saw something in that little old icebox."
She scrambled to her feet in a terrific disarray of glittering black curves and went to the huge refrigerator-freezer and opened the door. When she came back, she was carrying a two-foot length of junior salami ... you know, the kind that's two inches in diameter ... and tossed it to Darlene, saying, "Think you can hold that much, Darly?"
Darlene rubbed its shiny plastic surface and said, "Not dry like this."
"Then dig out some cold cream...."
Darlene did and the two girls greased the junior salami like a pig at an old-fashioned country fair ... and then, at Laurette's behest, they lay down on their backs with their cunts facing each other's about six inches apart, and Laurette gave Darlene a lesson on how to use an improvised double dildo. The natural curve of the sausage made it possible for each of them to insert an end deep in her cunt.
"Now don't try anything, Darly, just lie there and wiggle your cunt slowly sideways, back and forth, back and ... that's it, honey!"
Darlene was overcome by excitement and bucked her bottom, and the other end of the salami flew out of Laurette's bright vermilion cunt and Darlene grabbed hold of the artificial prick and began plunging in steadily in and out of her hole....
CHAPTER FOUR
By this time, little Francie and Anita were really going at it in a classic lesbian sixty-nine. From where I was sitting, I had a perfect line on Anita's tongue as it dug into Francie's creaming cunt. As they got more active, they began to heave and roll so vigorously that I wondered why my stepsister's free-swinging boobs didn't fly right off her beautiful chest.
"You ready for action, darling Jeff?...'cause if you are, it's my turn."
Laurette dropped to her knees alongside me and placed a hand flat on my pubic hairs and studied my half-erect dong with narrowed eyes. She really was something and I knew right then that, though she was the first black girl I had ever fucked, she was not going to be the last.
That terrific face looked even more beautiful from below in the round frame of her kinky natural, which topped her head like a Grenadier Guardsman's bearskin ... and the bare skin beneath was outlined in soft gold by the fire at her back. With her jutting cone-like tits, and her wildly stylized, curves, she looked like a modern African sculpture.
And that marvelously sexy scent that emanated from her already aroused pussy was enough by itself to send my prick outward and upward ... that musky, sweet smell that seemed to envelop the whole world when she was close and in this delightful condition and cry out that here was a female in heat begging for relief.
But she was no statue, praise Allah! I placed a hand flat on her belly, as she had put hers on mine, and felt the powerful muscles beneath the velvet-satin chocolate-brown flesh. Then I slid it down slowly and traced with my fingertips the path of her crack as it divided her hairless mons veneris.
Laurette's nostrils dilated and her breathing became both deep and ragged. She spread her knees enough so that I could run my hand down into her cunt and watch the bright red button of her clit pop into view as its membrane cover parted to let it protrude.
Her own hand moved down to my cock and gripped it convulsively, causing it to reach maximum length and thickness. For a long moment, we stayed just as we were, our hands on each other's fucking organs, our eyes riveted as we savored the beauties of the present and felt our guts turn over at the prospect immediately ahead for both of us.
It was lovely, but of course it couldn't last ... not with the sort of excitement that was surging in both of us. Laurette's lips parted and her tongue-tip emerged slowly and she ran it from side to side of her mouth while her huge eyes became slits that glittered with unendurable lust.
Then she uttered a little sound ... half-moan, half-grunt, and murmured, "Hot damn, darling ... hot damn!"
That was the trigger, of course. She slid over me and our bodies joined as if they had been created for that purpose alone and were not fully alive when apart. Usually, I've discovered, there are certain awkward acrobatics involved in the act of getting my cock into a cunt. Limbs, bodies and heads have to be adjusted to make the union comfortable and get it off to a happy start.
But there was nothing of awkwardness in this second fucking of Laurette. No manual assistance was needed at all as her hairless cunt, already sticky with pussy juice, swallowed my rampant cock as slickly as a serpent swallowing some smaller animal. It went into her in a single motion, and kept on going in and in until I felt as if the rest of my body was being drawn in after it. The muscles that lined her deep hole clutched it firmly and seemed to work it further and further into her guts.
Her snake-like arms slid up along my back and gripped my shoulder blades, all but flattening the firm cones of her boobs against my rib cage. My hands slid down along the sleekness of her flanks, savoring each curve and undulation, until I got a firm grip on her taut buttocks and pulled her cunt down even tighter over my prick until I could feel my hairs grind into the sleek and slippery softness of her hairless pussy.
Our lips met and our mouths opened and her tongue and mine met in mid-passage and twined lovingly around one another. The wonderful aroma of her pussyjuice enveloped us again as we lay there, motionless, embedded in one another, not daring to move lest we spoil the sheer perfection of the moment in which we were both so happily trapped.
Then she made a slight movement of her cunt, a tiny circular movement, and I followed it with my cock, so that it remained in its relative position, imbedded in her tunnel like a well-loaded shish kabob skewer. She stopped and broke our tongue-kiss and sat upright on my loins, her nostrils opening even wider and the tip of her bright pink tongue protruding through her full lips.
Her breath left her lungs in a hissing sigh, and she murmured, "Jesus, man, you are good!"
It felt as if I were fucking a jar of honey as she picked up the motion again and I continued to follow. I lifted my hands from her firm round nates and slid them around and down the slant of her loins until my thumbs reached the top of her hairless crack. I opened it with them and massaged downward until they were opening wide the top of her labia major with the vermilion head of her clit pushed forward by the pressure of my thick prick. She was effusing that marvelous sticky jam from her cunt, and her scent grew more and more provocative.
And all the while her bottom was rotating slowly and I was following her every move. When she stopped, I stopped ... when she began circling her cunt again, I circled with her. Each time she started again, the movement got wider and wilder, and I matched her all the way ... until she spasmed in a sudden crazy motion I could not follow and went rigid while the cream poured out of her like a fountain.
I wanted to take command, but I hadn't found the key to unlock her yet, the way I had with Anita's tits or Darlene's up-front clit or little Francie's arsehole ... or Missie's bellybutton. Maybe I hadn't been fucking very long, but I'd found out that, once you find an erotic key to a woman and can send her into orbit whenever you want, you're the man in charge.
The problem with Laurette was that I hadn't found it yet ... hell, maybe she didn't know it herself. Until I did, I was just a passenger, going along for the ride. Not that that was bad, mind you ... she was the most terrific piece of tail I'd had yet in my short career of sex ... but even though I was impaling her halfway to her lungs, and even though she was having herself a ball, I was not running the show, which meant she was not getting the maximum of pleasure out of it ... which in turn meant she was not giving me everything she had.
What she had was terrific, even though I hadn't yet managed to drive her up the wall, so I decided to stay in there and enjoy it. After all, what worthwhile option did I have? She flattened those beautiful cones against my chest again and grabbed me tight and rolled us over and planted her feet wide apart and began fucking me with a cunt that seemed to be moving every which way at once.
We went round and round ... then we went from side to side ... then we moved up and down as she brought every educated muscle in her satin-velvet brown body into the action. And I kept my cock right there where it had been from the beginning, except when she spasmed, which was about once a minute.
By this time, her head was rolling back and forth in wild abandon, and the twin rows of her glittering white teeth were bared, less than an inch from my right shoulder. I didn't want her to sink them in my flesh, so I clapped a hand over the lower half of her convulsing face while the rest of her thrashed about on the piled-high blankets like a beached seal.
Talk about a perpetual motion machine ... Laurette hadn't merely invented it, she was it!
And all the time, more and more of her central area was being flooded and made sticky-smooth with the flow of her sex-sap ... which meant more and more of me was getting it, too. When I sucked in my belly to get it clear, the separation of our abdomens made a noise like a loud fart. But Laurette was in the midst of a spasm and didn't even pause at the pistol-shot sound.
My cock had come out of her cunt maybe an inch when I sucked in, and her cunt lips leaped after it like a snake and caught it and held it tight and drew it back inside all the way while she began rolling from side to side with her long brown legs locked around my mid-section and her heels drumming a tattoo on my rump.
She began uttering meaningless rhythmic grunts as her orgasm clung and deepened. Only the whites of her huge eyes were showing through the slits of her lids and her nipples, atop those cone-like boobs of hers, were jutting into my chest like twin cupolas. Then she stopped rolling and planted her feet wide again and bridged her body upward beneath mine and went into a really crazy series of zigzagging motions that began to stir the embers of my own orgasm.
Just then, Darlene, who had finished diddling herself with the junior salami, thrust one of the pillows that had been piled at my back right under Laurette's churning buttocks. I had thought my penetration into her cunt was complete, but with that thick pillow pushing her pussy right up in the air toward me, I must have gained at least another inch.
I felt the head of my cock slide past internal workings they had not reached in our previous endeavors, and Laurette emitted a noise that sounded like a cat when it jumps into a full bathtub and her knees fell apart and I pulled out my prick and felt the jizm begin to surge up from my balls into the discharge passageway.
I rammed it back into her even harder than before and held her tight against me while I sprinkled her womb with a full load of sperm. She uttered a long sobbing sigh and then went limp and I knew I had fucked her right out of this world, even though I had yet to find the key I was looking for that would enable me to send her into orgasm any time I wanted to do so.
I pulled out of her and my cock glittered with pussy-juice and sperm in the firelight ... and Darlene, who must have been watching our performance for some time, was on it like a lithe young panther, licking and sucking it clean. When she finished that sweet chore, she pulled me over with her and slid my still-stiff cock into her up-front cunt.
I said, "Honey, I don't think I can come again in a month of Sundays."
Massaging my balls gently while she rolled my dong around in her heavenly passage, she grabbed me tight and said in my ear, "You never know till you try."
There were moans of anguish from the deserted Laurette then, as the milk-chocolate girl emerged from her fucking faint and fell prey to agonized aftermath ... only to subside as out of the corner of my eye, I saw little Francie move in on her and begin sucking her still-creaming pussy. Anita suddenly appeared in my action with Darlene, trying to pull us apart and crying, "It's my turn, you chiseler. It's my turn."
"That's your fault for not being ready," replied Darlene. We were lying on our sides and she went into orgasm at that minute, barely able to get the words out coherently as she spasmed and creamed. After Laurette's prodigious pussy-juice, my oldest sister's was like skimmed milk to cream ... but it was sweet for all that and I was enjoying the relative gentleness of fucking her after the tornado of Laurette.
I pushed her off me then, because she had come and it was Anita's turn and I didn't know how many more good shots I had left in me that night, even though I was still going strong. Laurette was lying back with the cushion still under her beautiful brown rump, while little Francie's silver-gold head offered startling contrast to the older girl's milk-chocolate skin as she sucked busily at the wide-open pussy in front of her.
Anita wanted to climb right onto my prick, but I had other ideas. I grabbed a pair of the thick cushions and planted my stepsister's rump right on them so that her cunt was a full foot higher than her shoulders. Then I parted her legs wide and poked my rampant prick up the flower-bordered garden hole looking right at me.
I thought I had already plumbed Anita's very depths, but just as with Laurette, once her cunt was elevated, I got into her further than I ever had before-or anyone else had either, from the way Anita reacted. She actually let out a yelp of alarm that quickly became a moan of ecstasy as I pumped my rigid dong in and out of her sweet dripping cunt, taking long slow straight strokes as I pumped not only the flanged entrance but the top of her womb.
She cried, "Oh, Jesu ... Oh, dios!" and then, "Madre de dios!" and her arms fell backward stretching her round globes almost flat and leaving no parts of us in contact except our fucking pieces and the areas immediately around them. But somehow she managed to keep her cunt alive, even though she could not embrace me with anything else.
It thrust and rolled and rotated and behaved not merely as if it wished to devour my cock but to digest it as well. It offered a nice novelty for me and my stepsister seemed to be getting tremendous jollies out of it ... and the down-pressure of the position on my prick caused me to come a lot quicker than I had thought possible. I laid a delivery deep in her guts and then pulled out and Anita rolled off the cushions, crying, "Jesu! My back's broken, I think ... "
Then, scrambling around the cushions to fling her arms around me and plant a loving kiss on my lips, "But I'll do it again ... it's worth it."
"Not now you won't," I told her. "I've got to get some sleep."
It was true. As the sexual excitement of my recent triple bout subsided, I was suddenly bone-tired-yes, my bone was as tired as the rest of me. All I wanted to do was lie down by the fire and sleep until my strength was restored through rest.
But little Francie had other ideas ... and she did have another turn coming.
I love all my sisters, and my half-sister, but
I have a special spot in my heart for Francie. After all, she was the only one who gave me her cherry. Anita and Darlene had both been fucked before Anita swallowed my virgin shot of sperm with her cunt ... and even little twelve-year-old Jean, the youngest of us all, had been screwing for a year or two before I got my rocks off in her crazy little coosie.
Besides, Francie is so damned cute with her little pouting bud of a mouth and those bright green eyes and gold-silver hair and her breasts just blossoming from the little-girl body with its delicious layer of baby fat. Add the precocious lascivious streak that seems to run right through our family, and you'll find her irresistible.
Maybe she wasn't as expert as Anita or Laurette, but she was really hungry for my meat in her tunnel of love, and as endearing as a mischievous little kitten the way she frisked around me, planting kisses on my lips, on my chest and stomach, finally on my drooping cock. She gathered my drained balls up gently in her little hands while she made a cunt of her mouth and sucked my flagging rod up into it and began pulling on it gently while she ran her tiny tongue slowly up and down its length.
I planted my hands in her silver-gold mop of tousled hair and began to guide her for maximum effect while the other three girls looked on languidly, reminding me of one of those Ingres harem scenes we had in art class ... except that Ingres's models, whoever they were, were not half as pretty and sexy as my family harem with its terrific brown-skinned guest.
Laurette, watching the proceedings thoughtfully, said over the neck of an open bottle of cold duck, "That kid's going to be something else when she's a year or two older ... look at the way she's making darling Jeff grow."
"Francie's something else right now," I said, giving her tangled burnished mop a caress of appreciation, for indeed her efforts were restoring life to my sagging sex piece.
Looking down at the action, I could not only feel but see it grow, forcing Francie's head further and further away from my cock as it waxed too great for her little mouth to encompass. Lifting her lips from it with a final terrific piece of suction, she uttered a little cry of delight, gave it a roll with both hands that caused its head to leap up into view between her thumbs, and scrambled astride me, lifting her honey-sweet rump to give it clearance, then settling her cunt down on it with a soft little cry of happiness.
"I made it ... I made it!" she said, wriggling a little as she worked it as far into her short tunnel as it could go without rupturing her womb.
"You made it," I said, moaning with delight as her long pussy lips extended themselves to reach the very base of my again-rampant cock and fastened their octopus-like membranes tight around it.
I knew I was going to have to make this a quickie if I was to be any good in the immediate future ... and where I didn't know the key to Laurette's instant orgasm spot, I did know little Francie's, as I've already told you a couple of times. I let her get going for a couple of minutes and even helped her along with a few up-thrusts and withdrawals of my dong that sent her into a pair of mild spasms.
Just after she peaked the second time, I punched her button ... rather, her arsehole, for that was the sensitive portion of her adorable anatomy that spelled cyclonic ecstasy. Thanks to the shortness of her plump little torso, I was able to try something different this time.
Instead of merely grabbing her plump little buttock-melons and spreading them and digging my thumbnails into her Number Two cavity, I reached around and jammed both middle fingers up into it, spreading her rectum until I feared the skin would split around it.
Francie screamed and came to a dead halt, then rippled with some kind of reaction and then went up in smoke. I lost my grip in her hole as she went through a dozen different gyrations at once, but my cock stayed right where it belonged and the loss of butt contact didn't matter, since she was already off and running like mad.
She came down so hard and often on the top of my prick that I really thought I was going to punch right through the top of her womb or have my dick jammed back into my own guts ... until I got her thrusts timed well enough so that I could give with her cunt-punches.
Her bright metallic hair was tumbling all over the place and her little tits were bobbing up and down and around like insanity itself and her belly and pelvis rolling everywhere at once and it should have been as terrific for me as it was for her except that I knew I was near the end of my hawser.
So I just concentrated on coming quickly, and believe me, under the circumstances, it wasn't hard to do. The jizm churned in my loins and roiled through my balls and then rose up through my tube and spurted into her. For a moment, it felt great and then I let out a yell or two myself. Little Francie was so deep in her orgasm that she didn't realize what was happening and kept her cunt churning up and down and around on my discharging cock right through the whole bit.
Maybe that sounds good, but when I come, I want all the rest of the action to cease until I cease firing. I like to hold the girl close as hell and have her hold me the same way, and then let her open up wide to receive my goodies. A little movement's okay, of course, but having her still going like crazy actually hurt me instead of giving me pleasure.
I pulled out of her and motioned the other girls to have one of them help her from being hung up on the wall by my sudden break-off while she was still at her crest. Laurette crawled over and flattened the squirming Francie by placing a hand flat on her belly and then dipping that beautiful bushy head of hers into Francie's fluttering cunt ... just as Francie had done for her after I'd been forced to leave the milk-chocolate marvel hanging.
The hell of it was that my dripping prick was still stiff as an old-fashioned ramrod and beginning to ache like hell. It was Darlene, bless her, who noted my plight and came over to give my sore dong the servicing it needed just then, sliding it into that sweet sheath of hers and settling down contentedly beside me with her small breasts, nipples erect, pressing me gently.
"Just let it lie there, honey," I whispered as grunts and sucking sounds came from the other three, who had formed a les-tribadite combo with Anita sucking off Laurette, while Laurette sucked off Francie, and Francie sucked off Anita in a wild flurry of legs and arms and cunts and torsos on the other side of the blanket pile.
"I know, darling Jeff, I know ... " Darlene whispered, holding me close and relaxing against me while I relaxed against her ... every part of me but my prick, which seemed to have developed a permanent aching hard. It was still sore and ramrod stiff when I fell asleep a few minutes later, but it felt a hell of a lot better housed in my oldest sister's cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
When I woke up, my dick was still housed in Darlene's cunt, what there was of it. During the hours I had slept, my erection had subsided, but the nubbin of my virility remained locked in her marvelously accessible hole. Our hairs were still entwined and so stuck with dried sweat and pussyjuice that, when I pulled away from her slumbering body, they actually hurt. Darlene uttered a little cry of discomfort as I disengaged our locked bodies but did not wake up as
I rolled away from her and sat up, still drugged and wondering where I was and why--
The five of us were still there on the big blanket bed with the cushions strewn around, the scene lighted dimly by the dwindled fire in the big grate. As consciousness slowly returned, I looked lovingly at the delightful heaps of naked female curves surrounding me ... Anita and Francie still entwined like angels in one another's soft "arms, Laurette on her side with her brown panther body facing me in all its savage splendor, Darlene where I had left her nearer the hearth.
For the moment, desire lay dead within me, at best flickered faintly like the fire. I fondled my dormant cock and could barely feel the touch of my fingers. My entire stomach ached from the exercise it had taken during the evening past and I felt as stiff and sweat-fouled as during the bus ride back from the school practice field after a two-hour football scrimmage on a hot September afternoon.
My armpits stunk even worse than the rest of me, and I was seized with overwhelming desire for a bath. I got up with all the fluid ease of a sexagenarian and padded swiftly toward the bathroom at the end of the room alongside the open kitchen. It was a large room with two levels, the upper one containing a seven-foot tub built to my father's dimensions. There was no shower ... that function was filled in warmer weather by the swimming pond just outside.
Right then, I didn't want a shower ... I needed to relax in hot water and cook the stiffness out of my sex-sore body. I even dumped half a bottle of pine oil into the tub to make me feel cleaner when I emerged. Then I scrubbed myself with a soap-filled sponge while the water rose around me and finally lay back in it with the water up to my chin.
Right then, I felt happy to be alone, knowing the feast that awaited resumption just beyond the door. But I wasn't alone long....
Laurette slid through the door, her milk-chocolate hide in striking contrast to the lemon-yellow door and walls, the cones of her terrific breasts still outthrust and begging for fond attentions. Her heavy-lidded eyes widened to twin half-moons as she saw me lying in the pine-oil slick water. Without a word, she sat on the John and emptied her bladder, in the course of which she flashed me a laughing look and stuck out her coral-pink tongue at me.
When she was finished, she stood up and said, "That's what you get for running so much water."
She came over and looked down at me, regarding my sadly diminished prick with interest. Then she said, "Used up already, white boy?"
I felt a small ripple of resentment and said, "Just resting it for a while. Remember, it's been doing quadruple duty all evening."
She shivered and said, "It's cold in here. Mind if I join you to keep warm?"
"Come on in." I moved over in the king-sized tub to make room for her. "The water's fine."
She slipped in there with me like a diver, without a splash or a ripple. There we were, sitting Turkish fashion, facing each other, with her terrific boobs just touching the pale green water. She crossed her arms over her shoulders and said, "Brrrr! It's still cold."
Then she slid herself into the water up to her neck, opening her legs to fork them around me and bringing her crotch right up against my temporarily diminished dong. When she sat up, her sinuous brown arms went around my neck and she held me loosely with the tips of her boobs brushing my bare chest.
Even as they touched me, they popped into twin erections that I could actually feel digging into my flesh. She saw what I was looking at and laughed with delight and pushed her hairless cunt down against my cock and went into a sort of sitz-shimmy that caused a definite reaction by my fucking piece.
She said, "Oh-oh! Something happening down there." Then, disengaging one hand, she dipped it down underwater between us and, lifting her satin rump slightly, tucked my burgeoning cock into her hot little hole, settling down on it with a sinuous motion and a murmur of contentment.
"There!" she said, again clasping me around the neck when our union was complete. "Now we can talk ... I've been wanting to get you alone ever since I saw you back at the school."
She was something else. I said, "What'll it be ... the weather?"
She cocked her beautiful Afro-face on one side and considered the subject with mock-gravity, said, "That wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but it merits discussion."
"It does?" My prick had forgotten its battle fatigue and was moving further and further up the marvelously slick velvet-lined loving cup in which it lay ... or rather stood. I gave my loins a twirl just to sample the delightful action, and she responded sweetly but then ground to a halt.
She said, "It merits discussion, all right, darling Jeff ... man, how right we feel fucking together!"
"You can say that again, darling ... " I gave her creaming cunt another punch with my cock, and this time she came, gripping me tightly and sending her crazy little bottom all over the bathtub at once.
When it subsided, she pulled her tongue out of my mouth and said, "What a piece of cake!" Then, regaining a measure of control, "I took a look out the window on my way in here. It's snowing like hell."
"So ... ? "
"So I've got a feeling we may be shut in here tomorrow. Maybe the others won't get through."
"That's bad?" I began giving it to her some more and she fought to hold onto herself with her lush pomegranate lips tight ... but when I gave it a spiral twirl with my knob right up in her womb, she exploded with a moan and began fucking like a lunatic, so wildly that I was forced to hang on while she played pincushion with her cunt and my cock.
That blunt instrument forget all about being tired and reacted with a will of its own, shooting a glorious burst of sperm into the very core of her with our bodies pressed so tightly together we felt like one tremendous, throbbing piece of flesh.
When it was over, we kissed lingeringly, both of us grateful as hell for the pleasure we had given each other ... and then, with our fucking pieces still deeply joined, she leaned back again and picked up the conversation as if nothing had interrupted it.
"It could be bad," she said.
"What could?" I had lost the drift.
"Being locked in here four to one," she said. "That's what I wanted to talk about."
"So talk...." I was only half-listening, too enveloped with the total delight of sharing this tub with this simply phenomenal brown beauty of whose existence I had been unaware less than twenty-four hours before.
"You're a terrific stud, darling Jeff, maybe the best I've ever met ... but no man can keep it up indefinitely, not if he just keeps fucking and fucking. And I don't want to be a party to any permanent damage ... not to a cock as beautiful as yours."
I thought that over and decided she was right. Another day or so at the rate we'd been screwing and I'd have to dry-dock my cock for repairs.
"So what's your prescription, Dr. Sex?"
She laughed at that and wriggled her cunt to keep my cock at attention, then said, "So we work something out. The remedy for too much fucking is sucking. A man can last twice as long if he goes the oral route than if he sticks to straight sex. And you don't object to eating pussy ... I know."
"What if one of the girls wants to be fucked?" I wasn't their brother for nothing ... I knew the helpful little darlings, after last summer on the island.
"We pull her off if you weaken," said Laurette. "You fuck each of us once every twenty-four hours. The rest of the time, we suck. That way, everybody's happy and you come out of the weekend alive, darling Jeff."
She began to get busy again downstairs, and I said, "Starting when?"
"Starting right now," she said, but she didn't mean it. She was having too much of a ball running my cock in and out of her cunt. She spasmed all over the tub, spilling water on the composition floor, and then I really got going and grabbed her jutting left tit in my teeth and clamped both hands on her buttocks and got control of the show, ramming it all the way into her again and again and working up to a real driving beat ... this time with no variations.
I wanted to see how she'd react to a straight piece of fucking for a change....
She reacted, all right ... and so did I. Once she got the idea, she met me full on with counter-attacks of her own and we really began to make waves. Once in a while, she'd try to speed up the tempo, but I was having none of it and the next time she came I forced her to continue the beat, even though holding her dripping cunt steady was like trying to hold a big shepherd dog on a leash when he sees a squirrel.
I've heard that even a gourmet used to French cooking gets an occasional urge for steak and potatoes, and this was the rarest steak and the best-done potatoes in the world. The next time Laurette crested, she kept right on cresting and yet she managed to keep it under control until at last, in a tub full of rough water, I blasted another full charge into her ravenous womb.
When, at last, it was all over, I said, marveling, "Jesus, I didn't know I had it in me."
She flashed me a laughing look and said, "I knew I had it in me, sure enough, honey!"
Then she turned around and turned the knob to let the water out of the tub....
By this time, the bathroom was beautifully warm, what with the heat radiating from the vanished tubful and that generated by our fucking action. With the water out, the porcelain surface was slick and slippery, just like Laurette's hairless cunt, and we could slide up and down on it like a couple of kittens, clasped in each other's arms.
"You're a fun-fucker," she told me, then pressed her thick soft lips against mine and we got our tongues into action. I got a hand around her nates and poked my fingers into her crack from behind. It was deliciously nubbly with dried cream and beginning to get lovingly liquid with a fresh flow of pussyjuice.
She thrust one of her hands between our joined bellies and got a grip on my cock, which was already at half mast again and running the standard right up to the top. I tried to roll her under to sink it into that marvelous palace of pleasure she was wearing right between her lovely long legs, but she resisted my move with unexpected wiry strength.
Pulling her lips and tongue free of mine, she said, "Not now, darling Jeff ... not yet."
I said, feeling peeved, "For Christ's sake, darling, you're as ready as I am. Why the red light?"
She laughed and squeezed my stiff dick and rubbed those cone-boobs of hers against my chest, driving me half out of my mind. Then she said, "Sucking time, darling Jeff ... if we keep the other action up, your sisters will tear me limb from limb."
Lithe as a big brown jungle cat, she moved until her bushy head was down on my cock and, still holding it in her left hand, gently coiled her tongue around its tip, making it feeling like a pig-in-a-blanket, sizzling hot. I dug my hands into her thick natural and got a good grip on her head and shifted my body to make it easier for her. I still ached all over to ram it back into her dripping cunt, but I was more than willing to give her a try at this form of the glorious sport.
Laurette was a past-mistress of the science of suck, just as she was of the science of fuck. She worked her wonderfully lissome brown body around until she was lying crouched alongside me and I had to release her head. That way, she had a much better angle of approach to my fully charged dong, and once our position was to her liking, she really went into orbit around it.
She licked it lovingly at first, with slow, gentle tongue-strokes, holding it firmly by the base and massaging my balls gently with the other hand. She curled her tongue around its crown, first from one side, then from the other. She encompassed the upper portion of my column with her lips and began sucking it with hard, slow up-and-down strokes while a fingertip moved slowly along the bottom ridge, nearly driving me out of my mind with delight. Then she brought her teeth into play, nibbling the ridge just below the crown and coming just to the edge of biting till it hurt but never quite doing it, adding the spice of danger to what she was doing.
She had half a hundred little tricks, and she put all of them into play while I lay back there like a sultan and let her do her marvelous stuff while my cock throbbed with delight. A half dozen times she brought me right up to the come-line, but halted each time as my throbs turned to bucks and kept me short of explosion.
I wanted to do something in return, and her rich scarlet cunt was right there looking up at me, so I got both hands into play to give Laurette at least a few of the jollies she was giving me....
I parted her rich brown buttocks and worked my fingertips around the puckered rim of her arsehole and watched that wonderfully sexy-smelling cream gather and begin to flow while her bottom went into a sweet little rumba. I could see the brighter red of her clit pop into view again and rubbed it sideways, along with the rest of her juicying cunt, with the heel of a hand.
Then, keeping at work on her arsehole, I brought the other hand to her clit, diddling it and working it around and around and watching the flower-like lips open and shut around my fingers spasmodically. Then I ran my first two fingers as far into the rich softness of her cunt as they would go ... and splayed them as far apart as limited space allowed, wiggling them up and down as I dug them into the side-walls of her vagina and pushing hard against her clit with the knuckles at their base as I did so.
Laurette blew up for a moment, driven out of her mind by this finger-fucking technique. Her legs shot out on either side of my face, one heel missing my chin by less than an inch, and her bottom began to roll around like a small boat in a stormy sea. But I managed to keep the action up without a respite until she actually bit down on my cock in her desperation, signaling me to let up or take the consequences.
My God, she was wild!
I eased up then, not wishing to be a eunuch with balls and no cock, and she subsided for a moment, but when I lifted my hands from her crack, she began bobbing it at me hungrily for more, so I resumed the action but thrust only one finger into her squashy-wet cunt and diddled her gently while she went back to really work on my cock.
I could feel and see her stiffen and arch her back and then, when she was set just right, she really took my prick into her mouth, engulfing almost its entire length like a sword-swallower until my head slid right past her tonsils and up her throat..."up" because she was on top down there and I had no other way to go.
She began giving me long slow strokes, just as I had given her during our last fucking session ... and with each up and out she used her tongue against the bottom of my dong so adroitly that I knew my time could not be put off for much longer, I could feel the jizm gathering behind my balls and my cock grew even stiffer in that wonderful upstairs tunnel, while my fingers closed on her rich lower lips and gathered them into my fist and shook them.
Then, somehow, she got all of me up her throat just as I came and continued to work her tongue against my underside while I fired sperm rockets deep inside her trachea ... man, much as I love fucking, I had never had anything quite to equal this first real rim job from Laurette.
When it was over and she had swallowed my semen she kissed me fondly and said, "How do you feel about sucking now, darling Jeff?"
All I could do was hold that terrific body close in the big tub and murmur, "Marvelous...."
After my three big comes with Laurette, plus what had gone on earlier with all the girls, I was temporarily hors de combat, as my French teacher would say ... in other words, out of action, shot down. But Laurette was just getting warmed up ... that beautiful brown-skinned broad had sex machinery that didn't know the meaning of the word "quit."
She rubbed that body of hers with that hairless pussy and those big cone boobs and I didn't need to be a sex veteran to know that she was ready to keep right on coming on a hair-trigger sendoff ... in fact, she was coming already. She hugged me tight as she spasmed against me and then said through sex-gritted teeth, "Darling Jeff, just because you can't fuck me right now doesn't mean I can't have a ball." She spasmed again and said, "For shit's sake, honey, what do I have to do to get you to suck my pussy?"
"You just did it." I grinned and she tried to slap me and I saw she was serious, so I stopped teasing her and grabbed hold of her tits and slid her body up the bottom of the tub until her head was right under the faucet. Thanks to the extra length of the tub, there was room for me to lie on my belly and, by bending my knees, stick my face right into her dripping crotch.
I grabbed the backs of her thighs, just below the buttocks, and pushed her legs up and apart and spread her nates so that her whole cunt-action was wide open ... the bright red clit out there begging for comfort and the labia lying flat on either side and the cave of her cunt right there in front of me, all of it white with heavy cream.
I took my time looking over this beautiful vista, and she moaned and grabbed my head in both hands, pulling on my hair to bring me into mouth-contact with her crease. I gave it a good lap from ass-hole to mons veneris, working my tongue upward, and she shuddered all over and moaned and cried out for more.
Then I gave her dripping clit a good bite, and she began to roll from side to side on the now-dry porcelain and whimper in her mounting need. Then I grabbed it in my teeth and gave it a good long nibble, the way I'd done with Darlene's, and she began to emit little gasping screams in time with each pressure of my teeth.
Then I worked my lower jaw back and forth sideways, still maintaining the pressure on her button, and she began to sob so hard that, if I hadn't known she was coming like crazy, I'd have thought I was really hurting her ... but her hands in my hair weren't trying to pull me clear. On the contrary, they were pushing at my scalp and guiding me to do more of the same.
Her pussy juice didn't merely smell muskier than the creamings of the other girls ... it had a richer, tangier flavor that was like nothing I had ever tasted before. After I figured she'd had about all the clit-nibbling she could take, I gave her whole cunt another long lick just to savor the tang of her effusion.
By this time, her hole was really wide open and bobbing around right under my nose as she vibrated with the relentless urge of her orgasm. I tightened my grip on her under-thighs again and held her bottom steady and stuck my tongue into her sweet portal of pleasure for maybe an inch and then rolled the tip around the inside of its rim, giving the clit an extra dollop as my tongue reached and passed the top before making a second circuit.
I could feel her fingers tighten spasmodically in my hair and I knew I had scored again. I pulled back my tongue and then gathered the whole apparatus in my mouth and sucked on it hard, taking it all in and pulling on it rhythmically. Her legs went into a series of spasmodic frog-like kicks and I could hear her whimpering sobs, regular as the beat of a metronome. There was no question about it ... Laurette liked sucking and being sucked at least as much as she liked fucking and being fucked.
Since she had balled me so beautifully, I decided to give her one final thrill. I pulled clear for a moment, took a big deep breath and then ran my tongue right into her cunt and up it as far as it would go ... which is plenty far, since, as some of you may remember, I have one hell of a long tongue and I can make it thick or thin as I want to. This time, I made a curl of the tip and tested the contours of the flanged gates of her womb ... sweet flanges only the end of my cock had felt thus far.
Laurette went into a series of convulsions that told me at last I had found the key to drive her right off her rocker, the key I could turn at will to make her my sexual subject as I had the rest of the girls and my stepmother as well....
CHAPTER SIX
I continued to lick the portals of Laurette's womb with the tip of my tongue while she thrashed about in the big tub like a dying snake ... until I feared she might really hurt herself. Then I withdrew slowly and confined my activities to toying with her clit, squeezing it gently between my thumb and forefinger while I continued to lap it with quick little motions, sending her into a series of shuddering spasms that rocked her beautiful chocolate brown body from scalp to toes.
When she subsided, panting like a spent mile runner, her hands resting gently on my head, I let her have it again, running it up her cunt swiftly ... and again she behaved like a maniac having a fit, with her fingernails digging into my scalp while she drummed with her heels on the tub and her hairless pussy flushed out sex-sap like a turned-on fountain.
I kept at it until my tongue felt ready to fall out by the roots, then I withdrew my mouth organ slowly and, once more gathering her cunt lips into my mouth, began sucking on them and nibbling them gently while giving my exhausted tongue a rest.
When it felt better and the strain had subsided, I darted it in quickly, felt her stiffen, then withdrew it to the outer gates ... then in and out three more times. She began to whimper and to push at my head to get it out of her wide-open, vulnerable crotch. Since by this time, my whole face was smeared with her love-jam, I let her do it, and she lay against me, still panting and shuddering, her cone-like boobs crushed against my chest, her beautiful thick lips drawn back from her glittering rows of white teeth, her nostrils dilated until they seemed to extend over most of her countenance.
At last, she relaxed and smiled at me and said, "Jesus, darling ... Jesus...! "
I massaged the tips of her tits gently and then dropped a hand to finger the folds of her still dripping cunt. I said, "Anybody ever do that to you before?"
She shook her head, then said, "Jesus, darling, what you got in your mouth ... a cobra."
"Something like that."
She hugged me, radiating love and delight, rubbing her sleek mons veneris against the half-erection I was wearing. She was the cobra and I told her so. She said, "Could be ... but that was no garter snake you ran up my hole. Where'd you learn to suck like that?"
"Four guesses," I said. Then, thinking of Missie, "No ... make that five."
"What a family!" she said.
My dong was growing slowly under the gently provocative rubbing of her crotch, and she reached down and took it gently in one hand and squeezed and stroked it back to full maturity. She pulled clear of me a little and looked down at its burgeoning dimensions and said, "Big boy, you've got yourself a real rival."
I had to fuck her again and damn the regimen she had set up. I had to know if my cock could arouse the same super-orgasm my tongue had when it was thrust all the way up her coozy. I knew it had to be longer and thicker than my mouth organ but it hadn't sent her that far into outer space during our previous sex-bouts.
So I pulled her on top of me in the tub again and, with those beautiful twin cones jutting right into my face, pulled her rump down over my dong until it was digging right into the top of her womb. She opened her mouth to protest but her beautiful body was crying for further delights, so she let me go ahead and do what I willed with her.
What was bugging me was ... if the key to controlling her lay in my tongue rather than in my cock, how in hell was I going to send her spiraling into orbit by fucking her? ... not that I had anything against sucking, but Laurette was the first girl who had drawn her biggest kicks from my tongue.
Before we really got started, while she sat steady, impaled by my prick, she said, "I hope you know what you're doing, darling Jeff."
"Just call it a scientific experiment, darling," I replied. "I've got to know what goes...."
She looked down at me thoughtfully and said, "I'd like to know myself, darling Jeff. After all, it's me this is happening to." Then her teeth flashed again in a smile and she added, "No matter what, you and I won't be losers."
I said, "Not bloody--likely!" and gave my pelvis a corkscrew hoist that sent my cock spiraling into her cunt.
Laughter fled from her beautiful face as she responded fiercely with a rolling down-thrust of her cunt and we were off to the races again, spilling her sweetly sticky, musky genital juices all over the front of my pelvis.
We both gave it everything we had left, and it was a terrific piece of tail. She spasmed like a machinegun, time after time, as our fucking pieces fought and joined one another, then fought and joined again. Her eyes clouded and she emitted grunts like a pig as she kept right on coming ... but she never spun out with the wildness she had while I had my tongue instead of my cock up her cunt.
We finally came in a gasping, grabbing, thrusting double climax that left us both spent and as sticky and stinking as before we got into the tub. Laurette turned the stopper knob and then ran the water warm, reaching behind her to do it, while we remained affixed to one another as if our bodies were never to part again.
I got the pine oil bottle and poured the rest of it into the tub and we just lay there, letting the water rise around us and cleanse us of the messiness of our sweet labors.
When the tub was full and the faucets turned off, I said, "The last time was beautiful, Laurette, but not as great as the time before ... except I liked it better being right inside you with my prick where it belongs."
She ran a dripping hand through her woolly natural and said, "I don't understand it, darling Jeff. I've been fucked and I've been sucked by experts ... but until now I've always liked being fucked a shade better."
"You and me both," I said. "But if sucking gives you the big bang, what the hell...."
"There could be a way," she suggested.
I picked her right up. "Good old Number Sixty-nine? It could be. Shall we give it a swing again?"
Her half-moon dark eyes lighted up and she said, "You sure you're up to it, honey?"
"You mean 'down to it,' don't you? I think I can stagger through."
"Man," she said, "you are something! And I've been brought up to believe no white stud can match a black stud. Somebody must have been kidding in your case."
I said, "Let the water out, darling."
She did so, then said, "But we're not going to do it here. I'm beginning to feel all bruised up by this porcelain tub."
I had developed a few aches myself and said so. Reluctantly, she pulled her cunt clear of my cock, which was still standing up there, ready to fly the flag. Our sex-pieces made a soppy thock! sound as they came apart that made us both smile ... and then we went looking for a snug spot in which to try our next scientific experiment.
The bedrooms were too cold after the heat of the tub, though we stood for a while in my room, growing gooseflesh close together in the near-darkness while we watched the snow fall outside and pile up against the front door, which was lighted by a pair of old carriage lamps.
" I said, "You're right, Laurette ... we are isolated until they plow us out."
She gave me a quick hug and said, "If I didn't know how much you love it, I'd feel sorry for you, boy."
We finally tiptoed barefoot into the big living room, where the other girls still lay asleep in the diminished glow of the fire. We arranged some of the pillows to make ourselves as cozy as possible and then lay down together just off the flagged hearth ... with Laurette's lips at my cock and my lips at the threshold of her cunt.
There we were, on our sides, with a double trip to paradise right there for the taking ... and did we take it!
Not that we were in any hurry about it. At first, Laurette lay three-quarters on her back, with the row of cushions propping her, and let her hands run lightly over the hair of my pubis ... then down, dipping into my crack to flirt with my arsehole and send little thrills of delight racing up my spine ... then to play delicately with the bagful of testicles just below my cock, which was already beginning to sit up and take notice.
At the same time, I was inhaling the delicious aroma of her crack, cleansed by our second bath and with its own special smell sharpened by the pine oil. I loved the sweet slippery quality her having no hair gave it ... nor was it a case of her having shaved, for there were not even bristles beneath the surface of the flesh of her mound. I have since found that a number of black girls are born without hair on their bodies, but this was my first experience with this biological quirk and I reveled in it.
Not that I mind a well-bushed pussy, mind you ... but Laurette's all-flesh cunny was a stimulating novelty and I took full advantage of it.
I played around with it, using both hands, pressing its sleek sides together to lengthen the top of her crack, then spreading them wide to look at the emergent tip of her clitoris and the delectable petals surrounding the love tunnel beneath. I popped her clit with my thumbs like a pimple ... but more gently ... while digging my little fingers into her hole. She shuddered and gasped under this stimulus and I could feel the effusion of her love flow as it began to generate itself once again.
Then, and only then, did I split wide her unresisting legs and truly bend to the task before me ... just as Laurette, abandoning the fore-play, began kissing the sides and bottom of my cock and weaving wonderful arabesques upon it with her tongue ...
Since we were no longer inhibited by the bathtub, I was able to go at her cunt sideways, giving the act a novel twist as I sucked her red labia into my mouth and gummed them with my lips before bringing my teeth into play ... at the same time pushing my hands deep into her crotch and beginning to play games with the puckered ring of her arsehole.
She stiffened against me after a series of tidal-wave shudders and, for a moment, her lips interrupted their licking of my rigid dong. She haFf-rolled, half-slid beneath me and I forced her legs even further apart and really dug my face into her creaming crotch, lapping up her juices faster than she could generate them, then letting go her labia major and bringing my teeth together at the base of her now-erect clitoris and shaking it harder than I ever had before.
Her teeth had slipped over the crown of my tool and I felt the bite of her incisors as she reacted orgiastically to the treatment I was giving her. Her heels began to drum on the carpet pile and then she pressed my head tightly between the sleek, strong walls of her inner thighs and began rolling both of us from side to side while she ran my dick in and out of her mouth and throat in a continuing spasm of ecstasy.
I judged that it was time to put our experiment to the test, but waited until there was a breaking in her seemingly endless series of comes ... then ran my tongue all the way up her long loving cup until once more the tip curled around the flanged gates of her womb.
Her reaction was so God damned violent that I thought I was a goner. She gave a series of convulsive starts and each time she stiffened in amorous anguish, her teeth dug into my dong so hard I thought she was going to bite it off. I was forced to pull my tongue out of her tank and bite her mound before she relaxed and let me go, and I got my cock out of reach of her teeth and, coming up on her face to face, shook her like a scarecrow.
Her eyes were glazed and half-shut, and it was plain she was off her rocker. She was sobbing and moaning and crying, "Don't leave me, darling Jeff ... don't leave me now ... put it back ... for God's sake stick it up my cunt again ... ! "
I clapped a hand over her mouth to shut her up before she woke up my sisters and, while her body was still wriggling in my grasp, some sort of sanity returned to widen her big black eyes.
She nodded to show she was all right, and I took my hand off her mouth and she said, "Jesus, Jeff ... please put it back where it was. It's so damned marvelous..."
"Okay," I whispered, "but not while my cock's in your mouth."
She looked unhappy. "But, honey, I want to suck your sweet prick while you blow me ... it's got to be two-way to have any real mean-mg.
"You do what you just did, and it'll be no way ... no way at all," I told her.
She looked frightened, whispered, "Oh, darling Jeff, what'd I do?"
"You damn near bit me right off." I showed her the angry teeth marks halfway down my dick and she hugged me contritely, with those marvelous conical boobs pushing into me, and murmured, "Oh, Jeff ... I must have been out of my fucking mind. You know you've got the most precious cock in the world!"
I kissed her and told her it was fine but that I was not going to give her the full tongue treatment while she could get at my tool with her teeth, and she hugged me again and cried quietly a little and then said, "I don't blame you, darling Jeff, truly I don't...."
And then her dark eyes lighted with a wonderful warm glow and she kissed me again and whispered, "I'll make it up to you, darling ... I'll give you the best suck-off you ever got in your life."
So help me, if she didn't ... right then and there. I don't believe I could have stopped her if I'd wanted to, which I definitely didn't. She pushed me gently back onto the cushions until I was halfway lying down and halfway sitting up, and then she got down on her hands and knees and pushed my legs comfortably wide apart and put her head down across my lap and began sucking my cock, which had practically sunk to nothing in reaction to the biting she had given it.
It was small enough so that she could get the whole thing easily into her mouth ... and right then I wished it would stay non-erect, so beautiful did it feel in that soft close cavern of such marvelous flexibility that she could roll it around with her tongue and play all sorts of games with it.
Then, as the result of a particularly sweet series of sucks that threatened to pull it out by the roots, the inevitable happened. I could feel it spring to life, filling more and more of her mouth until her lips were forced clear of my pubic hair and higher and higher above it. Without removing my swelling sex-piece, she half-lifted her lovely head and looked up at me with an expression of laughing promise ... and then she shifted position, resetting herself so that her round rump was high in the air and her head right down where it should be....
Her whole skin seemed to ripple as she put her throat into proper alignment and then, once again, she did her sword-swallower act with my prick as the blade ... letting it slide far up, or down, in her throat until it was wholly consumed, and then pulling her head up and down on it even while she massaged its base with fingers placed there to hold it steady.
Me? What was there for me to do but relax and enjoy it ... at least, I enjoyed it with compound interest, since relaxation was next to impossible and this terrific mouth-fucking spurred the juice of my loins "to renewed activity. She sensed I was about to come and slowed to a halt until my dong stopped bucking ... but I was ready and when she resumed, I was jetting the jizm far into her esophagus before she could play any more teasing games with its urgency.
As I climaxed, she took her hands from my groin and placed them flat on the carpets on either side of my thighs and went into a full headstand, remaining poised above my middle while she drank every drop of my sperm. My sisters and I had indulged in a full set of sexual acrobatics back on the island ... but none of them had ever done anything like this.
When it was over and Laurette was nestled beside me again, all satin-velvet flesh with steel-spring muscles underneath, all I could do was kiss her fondly and say, "Where in hell did that one come from?"
She lowered her eyelids in false modesty and whispered, "It's just a little thing I thought up myself."
I put my hand on her crotch and my fingers into her cunt and felt the urgency of its continued creaming and said, "You fixed me up beautifully, darling ... but how about you?"
She said, "I'll live, honey."
"That's not good enough."
"But I don't want to hurt you...."
"You don't have to. I'll suck you off the way you just did me."
"You gonna stand on your hands?"
I shook my head, said, "I can, but it wouldn't do you any good. What I'd like to know is why you get such a charge out of my tongue ... more than my prick ... when my prick's a good two inches longer, and thicker to boot."
"That's true...." She stopped her slow wriggling against me to ponder the problem, then said, "I hadn't thought about it that way before ... you think maybe I'm a freak?"
"Only for sex, thank God!"
"That's what I mean ... and that's what worries me. I can't figure it."
I looked at her and smiled and said, "Lie down, honey, and let's put it to the test. I just thought of something."
"I don't want to hurt you, darling Jeff."
"You won't ... I won't let you."
I had her lie on her back on the cushions, giving myself a good free angle of entry. There was no question of matching my tongue against my dick. Not then anyway ... because I was really shot down for a while. But I remembered, the first time I poked my tongue into any of my sisters, back on the island, I had just done it straight. By that, I mean I hadn't made a hol-lowed-out scoop of the end so that I could dig into their hot little wombs.
With Laurette, I had ... don't ask me how or why, maybe it was the shape of her hole that made me do it naturally. But I couldn't help wondering if that was what had spelled the big difference between merely a satisfactory blow job and the kind that had sent the black girl right into outer space.
I didn't waste much time warming her up ... she was already a sizzling, dripping platter. I gave her clit a nibble and sucked her whole cunt a couple of times to loosen things for both of us ... then slid my tongue into that always-ready orifice of hers as far as it would go ... without making a funnel of its tip.
Laurette thrashed around like a beached seal when I hit the womb-gates and I had to clamp a tight grip on her loins to hold her pelvis steady enough to keep contact ... but while she had a convulsive series of climaxes, it wasn't the same ... not quite. She went off like a repeating rifle, all right, but she didn't really leave the planet.
I pulled out and she hugged my head with her hands and said, "Jeff darling, I'm all right, I'm okay ... it was wonderful, but I didn't go crazy...."
She sounded so happy about it that I almost hated to do what I knew I was going to do ... but, if I didn't do it, then the whole experiment meant nothing and we'd neither of us know what had caused her super-violent spendings.
I said, "Okay, honey, just once more."
She said, "Who am I to object?" and lay back on the cushions again, while I dug my face into the sweet creaming of her crotch. I nipped her clit and sucked her labia and then ran my tongue all the way up her tunnel again ... and this time I did make a curl at the tip so that I could flick the flanges deep within her from side to side.
Her whole body stiffened in rigid reaction, her fingernails once again dug into my scalp. Her legs doubled back and then stiffened out convulsively-the frog jump again-and shock waves pulsated slowly through her. I diddled her womb-gate again with my curled tongue-tip, and this time her hands pulled free of my head and her legs went limp and she uttered the damnedest wail I ever heard in my life.
Talk about your banshees ... and your howling hound of the Baskervilles ... the sound Laurette let go was weirder than the two of them combined!
Furthermore, once she'd uttered it, there was no hope of keeping concealed from my sisters what the brown girl and I had been up to for the last three hours or so. The rest of the girls were wide awake....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Things got pretty wild after that ... the girls insisted on forming a sucking ring that turned into a sort of horizontal Paul Jones, with a progressive switch in partners each time they all came ... all except me. First Francie, then Anita, then Darlene took a crack at my cock, but right then, despite the fondling and lapping and kissing and sucking my three sisters lavished on that usually up-and-in-'em member of my body, I couldn't get a real hard on.
Laurette had played it like the smart little cookie she was, of course ... never letting on what she and I had done in the big tub earlier, the most memorable fuck-and-suck session of all time as far as I was concerned. But after rimming me for ten lovely if futile minutes, Darlene suddenly broke it off and sat up and glared down at the brown girl, who had been busily eating her pussy until she put it underneath and out of reach.
Then she looked at me and said, "What's happened to you, Jeff? You ought to be raring to go after a good night's rest."
I didn't say anything ... just kept on giving little Francie's deliciously effusing cunt a workout that made her drum her heels on the carpet while she, in turn, licked away at Anita's creaming crotch. But my oldest sister was having none of that. Grabbing my limp cock so hard it hurt, she pulled me clear of my beautiful prey and slapped me so hard on my already sore belly that I yelled and sat up and pushed her away.
Looking me right in the eye, she said, "Were you and Laurette fucking while the rest of us slept?"
I never could lie to Darlene when she put a question like that. I guess it goes back to her being a year and ten months older while we were kids. So I didn't say anything, not wanting to get the girls sore at Laurette ... but my silence was as good as an indictment.
Darlene, her blue eyes bright with anger, glared at Laurette and said, "What about it, Laurie? Are you going to lie there and lie?"
Laurette sat up, wearing an expression of injured innocence on her beautiful milk-chocolate face. Then, suddenly, her white teeth flashed and she said, "No, I'm not ... I've been poaching on darling Jeff for the last three hours. What you saw when you woke up was the caboose on a long, long freight train."
"You shot him down!" said Darlene.
"Don't blame me for just doing what came naturally ... put yourself in my place." She explained about the running water and what followed her arrival in the bathroom with me, then concluded, "He'll be okay in a couple of hours, if we all let him alone."
It was daylight by then, and the snowdrifts were piled high against the lodge windows. Darlene scrambled to her feet and said, "Let's give her the deep freeze...."
I didn't know what she had in mind, but the other two girls seemed to get the idea quick enough. They scrambled to their feet in a breathtaking display of bobbing boobs and buttocks and hauled Laurette to her feet and dragged her toward the front door.
Laurette struggled every inch of the way and she was tough and strong and slippery as an eel ... but my three sisters were more than even she could handle. Darlene finally grabbed her by her big kinky natural while Anita and Francie took an arm apiece and got her across the room.
"Don't ... please don't do it!" Laurette pleaded as Darlene got the door open and a blast of cold air entered the room, bringing a fine shower of snow with it.
"We just want to cool you off, hot stuff," said
Anita, whose own temper had not been improved by a hard kick in the shins.
I got to my feet to break it up, but before I could get into the action, they had pushed a struggling and protesting Laurette outside and slammed the door. I don't know what it felt like to be thrust naked into the snow, but it couldn't have been much fun, for Laurette began screaming and hammering on the outside of the door with her fists. I got there a moment later and slammed Darlene to the floor and got it open and grabbed the brown beauty as she stumbled back inside.
She was shivering and crying like a baby and I helped her over to the fire and held that shivering body close until her tears stopped flowing. The other three stood a little way from us, looking down at us, ashamed of what they had done. Right then, I'd have liked to take a paddle to all of them.
But, so help me, maybe because I was angry, or because of exposure to the cold, or because it was time again ... or maybe all three ... things began to move in my loins again and I thought of a better way to punish them.
I wiped the tears from Laurette's cheeks with a forefinger while my other hand held her close. Then I kissed her, savoring the salt tang of tears on her velvet lips ... and, as I did so, I took the hand masked by her body from the other girls and placed it on my cock.
Her eyes went wide with astonishment as she felt it stiffen in her grasp. Pulling my lips clear, I whispered, "Would you like to get even with them and have a ball, too?"
The twitch of those beautiful full lips was more than answer enough ... lips that thinned with the tension of anticipation as I bore her to the blanket pile with me, then slid a pillow under her already thrusting rump and spread her legs wide apart with her bright red cunt open in invitation and knelt within the fork of her lower limbs.
My cock was all the way up and straining at the leash, and I looked at my sisters and relished the surprise on their lovely features before sinking my meat to the bone in her already well-oiled cunt.
We took our own sweet time about it ... not only by way of revenge but because our fucking felt so Goddam good. Laurette and I knew each other now, in the full Biblical meaning of the word ... we understood each other's capabilities and rhythms and needs. I went into her slowly the first time and smiled happily at the love shining from her half-moon eyes.
When I withdrew, my cock was wet and shiny and white with the flooding of her pussy-juice and I held all but the tip of it out of her for long, precious seconds, while I did little dips into her from all points of the compass. She began to pant and thrust her cunt up at me in an effort to gobble up my cock with her lower lips, but I was in no hurry and even added to her sweet torment by digging into the top of her crack with a forefinger and diddling her cunt.
When I finally pushed my bludgeon back all the way into her, she emitted a moan of voluptuous relief and clamped her legs tight around my waist so that I couldn't leave her again until she was damned good and ready. As my crown slid past them, those delicious little flanges at the gates of her womb were fluttering like tiny pennants in a high wind. They continued to flutter against my cock, adding a tremendous extra to an already notable piece of butt.
As I slid my arms up under her back and gripped her shoulders from behind, I marveled at the wonder of her twin-cone breasts. Un-like Anita's well-fleshed domes, they did not flatten out against her ribs when she lay on her back but held their jutting shape and thrust their hard nipples into the skin of my chest.
Her hands gripped the back of my head and pulled my lips down against hers and our tongues collided in mid-thrust and then became lovingly entwined. I remembered what Laurette had said earlier about double-sucking offering four erogenous areas in contact instead of two, as in fucking ... but the way we were meshed together from heads to toes made us almost a single throbbing mass of voluptuous flesh.
I rolled my loins slowly in a circular motion and her pelvis moved right with me, keeping my cock buried right in the core of her being. I repeated the motion again and again, rejoicing in the beauty of the sensations it sent roiling through me while both our bodies became bathed in the sweetest sweat there is ... the sweat of love.
Then, on impulse, I reversed the motion and again the unexpected sent Laurette right into orbit. If I couldn't really detonate her while my dong instead of my tongue was housed in her love-tunnel, the result of this simple little switch was the next thing to it.
She began to come in sharp, convulsive thrusts and I kept changing the motion as she cooled off, never really letting her unwind and come back to earth. The wonderful musky scent of her pussy-juice mingled with the sharpness of her armpit sweat in a blend of perfumes almost as sexy as sex itself. She planted her feet wide on either side of the pillow that cushioned her rump and went into a series of zigzag motions, driving like crazy, that almost put me over the top.
As I said already, I was in no hurry to bring this super-sweet session to an end, so I took advantage of my freedom to pull my dong out of her again, letting it cool. As I did so, I could not resist a glance at my sisters, who were watching with the saddest looks on their dear faces.
I said, "Who did you say is shot down? ... or should I say whom?"
Then I rammed my full extension back into Laurette's coozie, which was so thirsty for it that her cunt-lips were snapping at it like a barracuda's jaws but not, thank God!, with teeth. Again a keening shriek came from between my partner's bared fangs, matching the banshee howl that had wakened the other girls earlier that morning ... and she came like a thermonuclear explosion.
So violent was her cresting orgasm that she rolled us both right off the cushion under her rapidly thrusting rump and kept on rolling until we wound up with her on top, right at the feet of the other girls. There, for a change, I planted my feet wide apart and drove up into her as hard as I could while my sperm boiled up through my balls and the tiny tunnel in my bucking cock and sent its hot, urgent, liquid message ricocheting off the top of her womb.
My own peak was so high that I guess I passed out cold ... the next thing I knew, I was lying in front of a rebuilt fire with three cushions under my head while Anita, with her full breasts brushing my pectoral muscles, massaged my brow with a damp towel.
When she saw my eyes were open, she bent and kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "Thank God, darling Jeff ... I was afraid we'd lost you."
I looked around and saw the three other girls sitting nearby, cross-legged, with their three little cunts winking at me as they ate breakfast off paper plates ... it was a relief to see that they had declared peace and were chatting happily between mouthfuls with Laurette in the middle. But she looked so fresh and unruffled that I felt a spot of shame at having pooped out so completely.
Anita must have read my thoughts, for she said before I could speak, "You're wonderful, darling Jeff, while we've all of us been pigs. But I guess you know it's because we all love you so much."
"So fucking much, don't you mean, dear?" I said.
Her lovely Latin face crinkled in a smile and she gave me a love pat right on my prick and said, "Don't go putting words in my mouth."
"Maybe you'd rather I put something else there," I suggested.
For answer, she put her head in my lap and slurped my idle cock right up with her full flower of a mouth. Laurette looked up from her plate and saw that I had returned to the land of the living. She pointed toward the food and raised a beautiful raven's wing of an eyebrow. I nodded, and she got up and came over and dropped to her knees on the other side from Anita, who was busily sucking away at my stiffening prick.
"What have you got?" I asked Laurette, looking down past her rose-bronze nipples toward her plate.
"Sausage and eggs," she replied. "They're good."
"Sausage is one thing you'll never get enough of," I told her, laughing.
Laurette shut me up by poking a sausage between my lips and leaving it there. I bit into it and it was good, but when I swallowed it, I realized that I was thirsty as a marooned mariner in the Dry Tortugas.
She brought me some champagne, and while she was gone I gave Anita some attention. The delectable roundnesses of her rump were right alongside me, so I cupped her near-buttock with a free hand, curling the fingers into her crack and running them up and down its well-irrigated tight little canal. She gave her rump an appreciative wiggle and redoubled her servicing of my cock, taking it deep into her mouth and then lifting up on it slowly, dragging her teeth gently across the skin and damn near lifting my scalp.
Laurette was back by this time, holding a tumblerful of bubbly, and watched my reaction with interest.
"What's she doing?" she said.
I told her. She looked at the action thoughtfully for a moment, then said, "I thought I knew them all, but that's a new twist. I'll try it out next time we go."
"You do that, honey." I shivered with pleasure as Anita, encouraged by our comments, repeated the terrific maneuver. Then I said, "The last thing I remember before I passed out, Laurie, was you letting go with a scream the way you did when we woke everybody up with my tongue in your pussy."
She laughed gently and rubbed a boob against my right arm while I downed half the champagne and handed her the glass. Then she said, "Darling Jeff, you really opened me up. But that bit with the snake tongue really does it to me."
Anita lifted her head and said, "What's that?"
"What's what?" I asked.
"The snake tongue bit ... you've never done it to me." She looked reproachful.
"The hell I ... " I caught myself and remembered that the only one of my sisters who had taken all of my tongue in her cunt was Darlene. That was because her cunt was so far out in front that it seemed natural. It hadn't occurred to me to do it with any other the others.
"Well, you haven't," Anita insisted. "And I was the girl who took your cherry, remember?"
"I'm not--likely to forget," I assured her.
Then, "But you're right about the snake tongue bit. Does it mean so much to you?"
"I want everything you've got ... " she said, then, with a quick look at Laurette, added, " ... left."
"He's got plenty left where it all comes from," said the brown girl, nodding toward my cock, which was as rigid as a West Point plebe. "You'd better take care of that first."
"You're right." Anita bent once more to her task, and it didn't take long once she began pumping up and down on my dong and throwing in the dragging teeth bit every third or fourth pull. In about three minutes I was bucking and spurting hot sperm down her throat.
When I was spent, Anita sat up, so beautiful and so messy with jizm running down her chin, that I reached out and tousled her ebony-black hair. She pouted ... when Anita pouted, even her boobs seemed to pout with her lips ... and said, "You promised, darling Jeff."
"Okay, darling." I took another pull at the champagne, then rolled the terrific bundle of satin-smooth mounds and curves that was my stepsister onto a cushion and positioned her to best advantage for what we both had in mind. Then I bent to her well-creamed cunt and got busy, yanking at her clit with my teeth, running my tongue up and down her crack and patting her sphincter with it, then sucking her entire fucking-piece in and out until her tunnel entrance was gaping wide open ... then and only then letting her have the full length of my tongue.
As I impaled her with it, her arms and legs flew out in different directions and went stiff as poles. She uttered a sort of barnyard squawk ... and then began to flap them up and down, beating on the rugs with her hands and heels all at the same time and in rhythm with what must have been near-instant orgasm.
Anita's tunnel was shorter than Laurette's, but not as short as Francie's, of course, so I was able to get the curled tip of my tongue past the gates of her uterus and its flanges and work it around in circles within the womb itself. Her cunt began spurting fluid so fast that, for a moment or two, I actually thought she was urinating.
But it was sex-sap, make no mistake about it. As I savored its rich tangy flavor, I thought again about the different sorts of pussyjuice different girls effuse. Francie's might not be as rich as Laurette's, but it's entirely of gourmet quality ... or maybe I'm one of those guys who is just so glad to get into a cunt that anything tastes good.
In any event, I really hung in there while my stepsister went into gyrations like a balloon when the rubber band snaps ... yet always carefully, even in her wildest convulsions, not to cause my tongue to lose contact with that headquarters of pleasure between her womb and her clitoris.
When I had had all my tongue could take, I pulled it out and wiped my face off and told Laurette to take over until Anita got back to earth. Little Francie, her green eyes as big as platters, grabbed me before I could get back to my pillow perch and said, "Do it to me ... it'll kill me, but what a way to go!"
"Give me five minutes,' I begged. "I'm still starved and thirsty and my mouth feels as if I'd just licked a million postage stamps."
Darlene fed me from her plate then and I had some more champagne while Anita and Laurette banged away at each other and Francie knelt alongside, not missing a trick. Each time Darlene fed me, she kissed me, light bird-like kisses but somehow sexy as hell. Since I'd been blown, not fucked, by Anita, her attentions began to take visible effect on me ... which had evidently been my darling Darlene's idea all along.
She said, her voice low and loaded with conspiracy, "Come on, darling Jeff ... see what Darlene found while you were on the Asteroid Belt or wherever you were just now."
We breezed out of the room and she opened a big cedar-lined closet off the entry hall. It was packed with all kinds of winter gear, including a rack holding a half dozen of those restored Roaring Twenties super-collegiate-type raccoon skin coats that were being peddled for twenty-five clams apiece a few years back.
She snuggled one over her shoulders and practically vanished from sight in its depths. I had to grope for her and when I finally found her, I clamped a firm finger in her hot little cunt to keep her from disappearing again.
"You kook!" I said, laughing as she wriggled on my finger like a hooked fish. "What are we going to do with those? You look like a flapper in an old John Held, Jr., cartoon."
She said, "Put one on yourself ... the biggest you can find."
I opened my mouth to protest but even in the semi-darkness of the big closet I read something in her eyes that told me to go along with whatever she had in mind. Darlene is an inventive little bitch when she feels so inclined, as I have good reason to know from the island last summer ... and right now I could tell she was feeling creative.
So I picked out the biggest coat of the lot ... a slightly moth-eaten, plaid-lined monster with a silver chain for a hanger-upper that must have been built for some early-day Lew Alcindor ... I mean, I'm over six myself, and I was as lost in this fur blanket as Darlene was in her half of the he-and-she look-alike outfits. The damn thing must have weighed half a ton and I felt my respect for the young American male of the Jazz Age climb several notches.
"Okay," I said, shivering because the wool lining was cold against my otherwise naked skin. "So what do we do now were wearing them?"
"We fuck in them," she said.
It shouldn't have surprised me, knowing my oldest sister as I do, but it did. Before this, her big aim seemed to be to get rid of every possible encumbrance whenever fucking time rolled around.
But I was still with her, so I moved in on her and said, "Okay, let's fuck." My rod was standing out in front of me like a TV antenna pole and I figured she wanted it standing up.
But she didn't ... she pushed me away and said, "Not in here you fool."
"Then where?"
"I want to fuck outdoors in the snow--"
She made it sound like the most natural thing in the world.
CHAPTER EIGHT
We ran out into the snow barefoot. The actual storm that had raged all night had moved on, and the whole world around us lay drenched in blinding sunshine. The air seemed to sparkle like diamonds and there was at least eighteen inches of fine white powder covering the ground.
After taking a couple of steps and sinking in over her knees, Darlene took a flying leap for herself, making a diver's half-twist in mid-air to land on her back in the snow. My unclad feet and lower legs were beginning to feel the chill, so I dived after her, landing partly on top of her naked body. She had flung her arms wide, opening the coat so that it covered nothing but her arms.
My landing sent her deeper into the snow and my coonskin coat had opened up as I dove onto her, so our bodies were unimpeded by any barriers of clothing. We were in a warm cocoon of fur and hide and wool that sheltered us completely from both the snow and the chill air ... once we drew our feet up inside with the rest of us.
Thanks to the size of the coats, it was an ideal al fresco fucking setup ... or would have been if our arms were not still in the sleeves. We struggled out of them and embraced and reveled in the wonderful warmth of our limber young bodies as Darlene wrapped her thighs around my waist and pulled me into her saddle.
I couldn't reach down to direct my cock, which was at the ready, without risking an exposure to the elements neither of us especially wanted, but Darlene managed to wriggle that marvelously accessible cunt of hers into position and achieved the entry herself by simply pushing her cunt down and around my quivering prick.
If the rest of us felt wonderful, that union was indescribably delicious. We were fucking with a lifetime of love behind us, and I had already learned that the whole thing feels better the more real affection is involved. For instance, Laurette was wonderfully exciting and probably the best piece of tail in the whole harem ... but there were elements of work involved in screwing her that, miraculous as she was, were not present when I was screwing one of my own sisters or Anita.
Somehow in the closer family relationship, there was no need for either partner to guide ... we seemed to know instinctively what the other lover wanted to do and when and how to go about it. Once we were completely joined in our cocoon, for example, folded into one another as closely as a man and a woman can get, I pulled Darlene's lips up to kiss them and savor their sweetness and give our tongues full play.
But Darlene had another idea ... instead of meeting my mouth with hers, she ducked her head just enough so that our noses met ... and then she rubbed my beak vigorously with hers. It was nice, but not as nice as a kiss, and I didn't get the idea.
"What's that for?" I asked when she stopped.
I could feel her body tremble with laughter as she replied, "Isn't that the way Eskimos kiss? I thought, since we're out in the snow..."
Her silent laughter shook the tight, slick tunnel containing my fucking piece and got the super-sweetness started downstairs.
I said, "If you're an Eskimo, honey, then I'm the Abominable Snowman."
She rubbed our bellies together gently, said, "You mean the abdominal snowman, don't you?"
I said, "I still think you're the hottest little Eskimo this side of the North Pole."
"Eskimos are the sexiest people on earth, according to my biology teacher," she said.
"I guess they have to be. If they don't fuck, they freeze to death. And that reminds me..."
I captured her lips then with mine, and the dialogue ceased while we got down to the business of fucking. Our tongues finally met and played tag with one another, while I finally got a hand down and was able to cup her sweet little butt and cue her on which directions I wanted her to move it in. She had creamed deliciously during the brief early running, and having my prick really drilled in her tunnel was like having it in heaven.
We were completely enveloped in the coonskin coats by this time, warm and snug as could be, and if it was dark in there, who in hell needed lights? It was a little like being back in the womb ... except that no embryos ever had the sort of companionship Darlene and I had while in their prenatal condition, to say nothing of the action.
After giving her a score of hard thrusts that sent her over the edge of ecstasy, I eased off the fucking and just let my cock lie in there, with its tip probing the deep end of her velvet-lined tunnel. Gradually, Darlene relaxed and we lay there completely enveloped and, believe it or not, beginning to sweat like a pair of young pigs'.
I knew I could bring her on whenever the moment was right, but I was enjoying our strange circumstances so much that I was in no hurry. Besides, when Darlene really catches fire, she explodes in all direction and with a violence I feared might completely destroy our warm little igloo and leave us floundering in the snow.
I liked it right where I was ... and who wouldn't, except a queer or a prude who thought incest was a crime?
When her first fit had passed, she hugged me and said, "Isn't it marvelous? isn't this fun, darling?"
There was no argument to the double question, so I answered my sister by kissing her again while I sent my iron-hard dick spiraling up the long narrow length of her vagina. She gasped and spasmed again ... but briefly as I held my fire until the peak was passed.
"That was delicious, darling Jeff," she whispered when she was able to speak once more, wriggling even closer against me so that her fine, firm little breasts were pushing right into my chest with the nipples well out in front of them. She rolled the flat curve of her belly against mine in a squishiness of sweat that was oiling our whole bodies and brought her creaming cunt down twice on my cock so that our hairs were crushed together. I gave her another spiral thrust by way of counter-attack, and she exploded again, digging her heels into my buttocks to hold me secure in her embrace while her body bucked and plunged in a bomb-burst of voluptuous delight.
I got both hands down then and grabbed her thrusting buttocks, digging into their firmness with my fingers and adding the fillip of mild pain to her pleasure. She gave such a convulsive start that her cunt flew right off my cock ... and there followed a wild melee of gasps and grabs and general frantic disorder until, once more, she had my sex-piece lodged securely in her cunt.
"Easy, sweetie," I told her. "I haven't given you the coup de grace yet."
"I know, darling Jeff, I know ... ! " she gasped. "I don't think I can stand it. You're just too much."
"Do you really expect me to believe that?" I asked, laying a hand flat on her mound between us.
"Oh, Jesus, yes..." she panted. "Don't do it, darling Jeff ... don't do it to me out here. I don't know what will happen. Please don't ... "
I had no idea what would happen, either ... but all at once I was seized with an irresistible desire to find out. But again I decided to take my time and took my hand off her mound and returned it to her buttock. She gave a little sigh as I did so ... either of relief or disappointment, I could not be sure which.
Having made up my mind to find out, I eased her into a minor orgasm with a series of slow strokes in which I pulled my dong no more than halfway out of her hot hole before pushing it home again. Then, when she was spurting juice like jizm, I pulled out, all but an inch or so, and brought my hand quickly around from her buttock to her up-front clit.
As she felt the new frontal pressure just above where the head of my cock was embedded in her effusing cunt, Darlene uttered a little half-moan of utter helplessness and surrender. I let her hang a brief while, running my fingers through the silky nest of pubic hair that adorned her mound and gently pinching together the upper cleft of her crack.
Her cunt kept driving upward to engulf more of my soaking-wet prick, but I kept my distance until she began to whimper like a baby deprived of its mother's breast ... then I punched her wide-open clitoris like an elevator button or a doorbell, all but flattening the sensitive little nubbin against the frontal bone of her pelvis and grinding it against the bone with a circular motion.
She let out a yelp like a startled hound and her usually narrow cunt opened wide ... to clamp shut tight around my cock as I drove it home and kept driving it, leaning back a little so that I could hold my thumb on her knob of delight. Every time she showed signs of coming out of her climax, I would just give it another punch and roll, or rub it between thumb and forefinger, and Darlene would be racing for the moon once more.
When I first detonated her, we had been lying on our sides in our coonskin cavern ... but things happened so fast after that that I can only say we must have assumed every position for sex warfare conceivable within the limitations of our surroundings. Darlene went so crazy I had a fugitive thought of the old joke about the desert rat who started to remove his revolver belt before screwing the high yellow girl under a cactus ("Mistuh, if you ever had a piece of black meat before, you'd keep them guns on ... we'se liable to be a mile away from here when we finish.")
By the time I was able to resume a rider's position athwart my oldest sister's bucking, thrusting, rolling body, the top cover had been kicked clear of our bodies by her wildly flying feet and the coonskin coat beneath us was rapidly being ground deep into the snow.
By then, I couldn't have cared less because my own orgasm was trembling on the brink of detonation, churning around with rising sensation in the base of my belly. I managed to capture one of her circling thighs and held her cunt in place while I drove into her the half-dozen times that I needed to send the sperm shooting up through my cannon toward its terrific target.
Only when our fantastic fuckery was complete, did I lift my thumb from her button and let her begin to subside while I let my drenched prick linger on in her suffused little cunt. When she regained a measure of consciousness and her passion-occluded eyes cleared, she lay passive beneath me and said, "Oh, darling ... you've killed me!"
But then her legs snapped around my waist once more and her arms closed around my neck and she urged, "Darling Jeff ... kill me again..."
Whether or not I could have repeated the process just then is something I'll never know. I was willing to try, of course, but the power of decision was taken from my busy hands as a snowball struck my rump and spattered all over us ... mostly over me, since Darlene was still occupying the lower berth.
I let out a yell and twisted around to give whoever had thrown it hell ... just in time to take a second snowball right in the face. Since I was no longer sheltering her, this time my sister got a load of stinging cold snow and she rolled clear and sat up, sputtering, as I dug the stuff out of my eyes.
I expected to see the girls there with us, but when I got my orbs open, there were my father and Missie and little Jean, my precocious twelve-year-old youngest sister, looking down at us from ten feet away and laughing at our discomfiture. Behind them, a helicopter was phutt-phutting its way into the crystal blue skies.
Missie's beautiful dark-brown eyes were dancing with amusement as, gripping Dad's left arm, she said, "I thought it was a wolf when I saw the fur move. If I'd had a gun, I'd have shot it."
Dad said to her, "My dear, for the first time, I feel certain that advancing age has its compensations ... I have acquired enough sense to prefer fucking in comfort."
Little Jean, her blue eyes narrowed in speculation, said, "I don't know ... it looks like fun."
Missie said to us, "Get the hell into the house, kiddies, before you catch pneumonia."
She was right ... Darlene sniffed in my ear and I could feel a great-grandfather of all sneezes gathering just in back of my sinuses. We ran inside, leaving the raccoon coats lying behind us, our naked bodies steaming in the cold air as our sweat dried up.
If we had been too preoccupied with our fucking to hear the arrival of the rest of the family by air, the others had not. They had scrambled into their clothes and were busily putting away blankets and dumping ashtrays and bottles and paper plates. They regarded our naked entrance with astonishment, but we gave them no time for question or comment as we raced for the John.
As I locked us inside, Darlene turned on the water and said, "Thank God this tub is big enough for both of us."
My second bath with a girl in less than twelve hours was very different from my nocturnal tub with Laurette ... but in its way just as delightful. If Darlene's appetite was not as insistent as the brown girl's and my own desires were temporarily numbed by our fucking in the snow, we were able to relax and enjoy what we were doing as the water restored warmth to our bodies.
When we let the water run out, we just sat there and diddled each other in a number of delightful ways. At one point, I had a big toe right up her twat and she was rolling my half-erect dong between the balls of her feet. I made her come with a clitoral orgasm, but she didn't quite make it with me ... still, when great pleasures have brought satiation, lesser pleasures may bring delight. I read that in a book somewhere, but it's true, as Darlene and I found out.
Finally, she asked me to suck her off, and I was just getting down to it when Missie began knocking on the door and yelling at us to open up so that she could use the can herself.
I gave my oldest sister one good poke with my tongue and then pulled out and scrambled from the tub before Missie kicked the door in. She's Mexican, you know, and has a temper to match when anybody tries to cross her.
When she came in naked, I knew it was back to the island again ... where we hadn't worn any clothes at all the last ten days of our stay and enjoyed a (literally) fucking good time. I'd forgotten what a terrific body she has ... not that I'm trying to take anything away from the girls. They have figures that would make a eunuch drool, but Missie is something else.
She looks great with clothes on ... poised and chic and as attractive as any guy would want his stepmother to look. But when she's nude she's ... well, the only word I can think of that fits her body is splendor. She's a beautiful golden brown all over, except for the bright red double slash of her mouth and cunt, her flashing dark brown eyes and the jet black of her thick, rich straight hair ... straight on her head at any rate, but coiled like steel wool on her pussy.
Just then, the one she wanted to talk to was Darlene. She said, "Why in hell did you ask that black girl to come along?"
Darlene's mouth fell open. She said, "Laurette ... but I thought you asked her. She's a top girl in my class, so I took it for granted when she said..." A pause, then, "What's wrong, Missie?"
Missie's eyes flashed danger signals, showing she was good and mad. She said, "What's wrong? What's wrong is the sex-crazy little tramp had your father in the sack and was sucking him off before I could even get out of my clothes!"
"She's a very spirited girl," said Darlene, "and she's pretty excited at being here."
Missie snorted, her nostrils arching high. She said, "I haven't been fucked for three days ... we were all piled together last night in the lobby of the motel at the foot of the mountain and nobody got laid ... and if I don't get my rocks off right now there isn't going to be any Thanksgiving dinner tonight."
She paused and looked at me hard and the tip of her tongue emerged from the scarlet of her lips and rolled reflectively over them. Thanks to the gentle love-play Darlene and I had been indulging in in the tub, I was half-ready ... and the sexual hunger Missie exuded just then was enough to bring my cock slowly upright to its fucking position.
Missie just looked at it, her lips parted. Then she dropped on her knees in front of me and took it into her mouth. She had to depress it to make oral contact and that didn't do any damage, either ... in fact, it felt as if it added an extra inch to my scimitar,, which she was busily licking and sucking with little grunts of animal approval.
Then she pulled back and said, looking up at me with her eyes already passion-clouded, "Come on, darling Jeff ... you're a better piece of ass than your father, anyway. I'd forgotten ... "
I said, "The hell you have!" as I helped her to her feet and got us started toward one of the big bedrooms. I knew she hadn't forgotten how I'd solved the riddle of what really sent her winging on a high cloud.... I damn well knew I hadn't. It's not the sort of thing anyone who has been there ever forgets.
But Missie refused to answer me in words, though the grip of her hand on my cock and the sidelong flash of her dark eyes and white smile was answer enough. We made it to a bedroom with a full-sized double bed and fell on top of it together without bothering to remove the candlewick spread. Missie opened up on her back and I pushed my stiff cock into her already creaming red cunt and kept right on pushing until I reached land's end.
Now, as I'd learned last summer, fucking a woman like Missie is different than fucking any of the girls, even Anita, who is her daughter by a previous husband. Maybe it's because her personality is more mature, but she seems more aggressive ... not that the girls are sexually inhibited, God knows, but they ask you rather than tell you.
Missie knows what she wants and when and how she wants it, and that's the name of the game. Not that she doesn't put out in return, but when she's fucking a man, she's the boss ... and any man who'd put up an argument would be bound to wind up a loser.
It was marvelous to have my cock back in that delightfully remembered love-tunnel, and I would have been perfectly happy to let it lie fallow there until nature drove us into action. I like to take my time when I fuck a girl unless there's some reason for making it a quickie.
But Missie was having none of that ... she wanted her jollies and she wanted them right away. Her cunt began pistoning in a wild conga beat and I went along with it until she began jerking her cunt back and forth sideways, when I pulled almost out and then drove it into her hard, like a battering ram. She must have been really hard up, because she came in a sort of convulsive all-over cramp, followed by a great thrashing about of arms and legs and rump until her spasm subsided.
Then she said, "I get on top now," and did so without breaking the union of our fucking pieces although her thirsty vagina was so slippery with my semen and her sex-sap that it would have been the easiest thing for it to slip out as it had in the snow with Darlene.
She began a slow rotary motion while I got a good grip on her terrific boobs and rolled them in the opposite direction. She gave me a Mona Lisa smile and said, "You're one of the rare ones, darling Jeff."
"In what way?"
"You can come two or three times without going soft in between," she told me. "That's very rare with men ... and very fine for the woman they screw."
I pulled her boobs to my mouth and sucked them, first one, then the other. She must have used perfume underneath where they crease against her rib-cage, for they smelt like jasmine and God knows what. When I finished, her nipples were sticking out even further than Laurette's at the height of our sessions earlier.
When she straightened to ride my cock, I let my hands slip from her big boobs, so like and yet so unlike Anita's, to rest against her taut, slow-rising belly, one on either side of the button. She looked down at me, feeling them there, and suddenly her cunt motion stopped and her nostrils arched high and wide again.
She said, "If you're going to do it, darling Jeff, do it now and let's get it over with ... I've still got to cook a Thanksgiving dinner...."
CHAPTER NINE
The whole thing, like so much else, went back to last summer on the island, when I had discovered Missie's secret key. It had prevented her from taking me over completely the first time my stepmother and I fucked each other. For some reason, the contact that sent her into a really wild spinout was a touch on the belly-button. It was a secret my father had failed to discover in the whole three years he had been married to Missie, not to mention the year they were living together while both of them were waiting for their final divorce decrees to come through.
I was just lucky, I guess, because the results were terrific ... and now it was time to detonate this beautiful loving woman again.
So I did it ...
Missie's navel is really a button instead of a little hole like most people's ... it sticks right out of the upper center of her nearly flat belly like a third nipple and is thus peculiarly vulnerable to anyone who masters the key to putting her on Cloud Twenty-three. It's a fantastic fun thing and I'd wondered why she never told Dad about it.
It had to be one of those stupid sex-war things our parents' generation was always getting into ... maybe Missie was afraid to let the old man know how sexy she really was or that he'd use it as a weapon whenever he wanted his way with her ... I don't know.
Anyway, there it was and Missie was begging for it even though I could tell she was frightened. So I thought, What the hell? and moved my palms slowly close together until the knob of her button was tight between the edges of my forefingers.
Missie's teeth flashed into view as her lips drew back and her nostrils dilated still further. Her cunt gates tightened around the base of my cock and her belly muscles were like sheet steel. I thought, Jesus, this is going to be something ... she's taut as a coiled spring...
I began sliding my hands up and down, pushing one up while I pulled the other one down and thus rolling her navel back and forth between them. For a long moment, she remained motionless, impaled on my dong which felt as if it were achieving new heights inside her wonderful tunnel of love. Her eyes closed slowly, so slowly I thought she was going to faint, and she began to sway from side to side as she straddled my big stiff prick.
Then, muttering a string of Spanish obscenities and imprecations, she really exploded, like a pressure cooker blowing its lid. When Missie came, she came all over, with the suddenness and completeness of a tropical storm.
Her whole body went so crazy, with her cunt suffusing so gushingly that it became eel-slippery and the next thing I knew, I was out of her completely and she was banging her crotch down hard on my loins and damn near castrating me. I let out a yell and grabbed her raging bottom and couldn't control it until I got a good firm grip on her steel-wool pubic hair and held on until I could stuff my dong back into its proper parking place.
Then I rolled her underneath me where she couldn't explode quite so wildly, and simply set about fucking her with every ounce of energy I possessed. There was no point in trying to match Missie's movements and rhythms ... even on the bottom she was all over the place, stabbing up at me from every direction with her crazy little hole.
Even so, my cock slipped out again and she kept her cunt snapping and bobbing at me until I finally managed to get both arms around her straining thighs and hold her writhing pelvis still with its cream-white cunt wide open in front of me ... and take dead aim with my dripping dick and ram it into her all the way.
Apparently, by being forced to hold her legs so wide apart, I was able to penetrate her red-hot hole deeper than I ever had before. The gates of Missie's womb were not flanged like those of the girls but there was a little mound there I had not felt before as my cock head drove over and beyond it into her cavern of life. Man, that was something special ... and not just for me but for both of us.
She let out a moaning cry of madre de dios! and her beautiful body ceased its frantic convulsions and began to ripple uncontrollably in slow waves that seemed to start at her shoulders and move right down to her legs and out her toes. Her breasts would push upward until they dug right into me with their stiff nipples, then they would recede and I'd feel the bottom of her rib cage pushing at my own lower chest ... then her satin-smooth belly with its knob of delight, then her juiced-up cunt with its lips so avid they seemed to want to suck all of me into her vagina after my prick, then her sleek, strong thighs and finally her feet digging into the backs of my knees ... and then it would begin all over again.
I had never experienced anything like it and all I had to do to enjoy this unbelievably beautiful ride was to keep my cock buried in her beyond the inner knob right in front of her womb and let her spasm around it. I lay right on top of her, planted deep in the saddle, with my elbows wide so that I could grip her magnificently firm big breasts to add a pair of grace notes to the ecstasy coursing through her.
It was so much sweeter than the crazy explosion which preceded it that I made no effort to spark her bellybutton again. After all, too much was too much and what we had attained was perfection ... the most perfect fucking I had ever enjoyed, and enjoyed is not word enough for what I was feeling but it will have to do until a better one comes along.
Thanks to all the workouts my prick had been taking over a twenty-four-hour period, it took me a long time to come even though the stimulation Missie offered that much-abused organ was as new as it was super-erotic ... so I just rode with her, glorying in our delight, until at last her wave-orgasm subsided and her eyes opened and she caressed me gently with her arms around my neck and lifted her lips to mine in a clinging kiss of complete love.
"Jesu," she whispered, "you haven't come yet, darling Jeff?"
When I shook my head, she laughed and said, "Those little devils have been giving you a time?"
"They've been trying ... but not like this."
Missie laughed softly and kissed me again and said, "Nobody ever like this ... not even for me." Then her eyes grew concerned and she said. "But you must come. God knows you're entitled to it and I want to feel your seed in my body. We fix..."
Her body, which had been completely relaxed, went taut again. Her labia gripped the base of my well-soaked cock like a set of teeth and began rolling it around and around and up and down like a dog savaging a bone. She had her feet wide planted now and was bridging her rump so that her pelvis was ramming right into my crotch and my balls were slapping her tight little arsehole each time I pushed myself further into her guts.
If it sounds too deliberate, like a whore or something, whose living depends on getting a man to come in her as rapidly as possible, well it wasn't ... and in a lot less time than it's taking me to tell you about it, Missie was coming again. Maybe not as completely as before, but hard enough to give us both plenty of action.
This final orgasm on her part was the spur I needed, and my semen came spouting up through my dong to burst through the gates of her womb as I gave her a final gigantic thrust and she clamped her cunt tight around the base of my dick with our hairs intermingled and dripping juice from both of us.
Only then did we separate, and I rolled clear of her to discover little warm hands gripping my waning prick and then little hot lips bending to suck it free of pussyjuice and sperm. Little Jean, my twelve-year-old youngest sister, squatted naked on the other side of me, from which she had been observing our marvelous fucking.
She looked so darling, her face clouded because she alone, of all the girls, had not been fucked yet this weekend, that I smiled and pulled her precocious little body against me and kissed it and her and fondled her sweet baby fat and poked a finger into her hot creaming little cunt and gave her a diddle right then and there.
At the moment, there was damn little else I could offer her.
Missie sat up and shook her long black hair free until it fell to her waist and then lit a cigarette and looked at us with an approving smile and said, "You take care of darling Jeff, Jeanie, while I get the dinner started."
Jean lifted her lips from mine and looked at her stepmother anxiously and said, "If there's anything left of him, I'll be happy to."
With her free hand, Missie reached over and flipped my dwindled dick, then let it fall back and patted it fondly. She said, "Don't worry, darling, if I know Jeff, and I do, he'll be sticking that sword into your hole soon enough ... but if you're smart, you'll lock the door of this room after I leave."
She slipped off the bed then, kissed us both fondly, and moved from us with her pantherine grace, a walking vision of what a full-grown woman ought to be. Jean was behind her like a flash and turned the bolt to secure our privacy. I was grateful for it, since I was feeling like the wrong end of a rugged football game and I still had Jean to service ... which was about all I was going to be able to handle for a little while.
Jean came back to the bed and squatted beside me, looking after Missie, then down at her own still-undeveloped body. She sighed and said, "Every time I see Missie nude I think of the little girl who took a shower with her mother and said, 'Why am I so plain while you're so imagine?' Just looking at that much woman makes me feel like a beanbag."
I pulled her hot little body close and caressed her fondly and said, "Listen, Lolita, you've got plenty of time to sprout all the curves nature will give you ... and in the meantime, you're a treat for all ages. The best little sister any guy ever had."
I worked my hand into her crotch again from behind as she sprawled across me and kissed me. I found her clit and gave it a workout and she spasmed a second time and reached for my cock and then pulled her tongue out of my mouth and said, "Do you think you can get it up?"
"I don't know," I told her honestly, "but it might be worth a try if you're ready for it."
"Jesus," she said, moving into a more effective fucking position, "I'm always ready for it ... twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year."
"What about leap year?" I asked.
"Three hundred and sixty-six on leap year," she replied. "I've been that way ever since Cousin George taught me what it was all about."
"Fuck Cousin George," I said.
She giggled. "I did," she said.
For that, I gave her a resounding whack on the rump that made her jump and squeal and straddle me bending over until her wee mouth encompassed my still-lagging dick.
She began pulling on it gripping its head with her teeth, until I feared she was going to draw it out by the roots and told her so. "Jesus," I said, "don't blame me for your not getting there first. Even if I'd wanted to save it for you. The others would never have let me."
"But you didn't want to save it for me..."
"You've got to be kidding!" I told her. "After all those sex-starved weeks in boarding school...."
"I haven't been exactly living like a nymphomaniac myself." she said sadly, looking down at the ruins of my manhood. "And now ... "
I pulled her close, kissed her, said, "I've got something almost as good."
"Who wants almosts? she asked.
"You do," I told her, "at least until the first team gets back into action."
"As long as I'm Number One then..."
"You'll be the first to know," I promised her.
I rolled that wonderfully compact little-girl body over on its back and put the pillow under her already wriggling little rump. Then I spread her legs and pushed her knees up until she was wide open in front of me with her queen-sized labia-those wonderful gripping lips of hers-wide apart and the purple pink of her hole, beneath the wisp of ash-blonde hair on her solid plump mound, lay right there under my nose.
I diddled her sweet little arsehole with my right thumb as I drew those big lips into my mouth and shook my head back and forth as I sucked them in between my teeth. Jean let go with a little cry of delight as she went into one of her instant orgasms and beat on the candle-wick spread with her tiny fists.
I had forgotten how swiftly and profusely her pussyjuice fountained and almost choked before I could swallow the sweet-tasting stream that cascaded into my mouth. Little Jean may still have been underdeveloped of body, but her cunt was entirely adult and she made love more imaginatively than all my other sisters ... and Missie, too.
As I followed the convolutions of her cunt with my mouth gripping its lips and gnawing at them, I only hoped I would be around when she grew up ... and could continue to feast on her delicious little-girl torso until it became big-girl torso and then full-blown woman.
I kept up the sucking and gnawing until Jean spasmed a third time and then released her labia and put my hands flat against her vibrating buttocks and spread them as wide and as flat as I could make their sleek satin surfaces. Then I made a snake with my tongue and slid it into her juicing pussy.
Thanks to the shortness of her sheath, I was able to poke it right through the gates of her womb and, making a tube of the tip, to diddle its inner surfaces. She started as if I had set off a firecracker in her cunt and let out a long moan and grabbed at my head, sinking her fingers into my hair.
"Oh, Jesus, darling Jeff ... oh, Jesus Christ!" she gasped as her body began to convulse with sex-crazed delight.
For a while, as her orgasm mounted, I didn't have to move my tongue at all ... in fact, I couldn't if I wanted to hold it in place, deep in her heaving, rolling, plunging little body. The powerful lips of her pussy contracted and relaxed around the base of my tongue spasmodically, and she did all the moving to keep her climax mounting with only the briefest of occasional lapses.
Each time her crotch became still, I set it off again by wriggling the tip of my snake against the walls of her womb and giving her arsehole a further workout for good measure ... and my youngest sister was rocking off to the races again.
How long we kept it up I was never to know, but after a while, the roots of my tongue began to ache and I was forced to pull it out slowly. Those cunt-lips of hers came right after it, seeking to draw it back inside her hole, but I had to get it out of there for a rest and I felt as if I were drowning in her torrent of sex-sap.
When I finally got clear of her, little Jean sprang at me like a tiger cub after its meat, rolling me over on my back and flinging herself athwart my body with her still-juicing cunt up toward my face and her hungry mouth devouring my cock, giving it all she had, which was plenty.
She was too short for me to resume sucking and tonguing, without breaking my neck, so I got my hands up and had the pleasure of massaging her arsehole and titillating her erect clitoris until it stood straight up between the labia and begged for more ... a desire I was only too happy to satisfy as best I could.
I had forgotten how wonderful a cocksucker little Jean was ... the best at lip service of all my sisters, which is saying close to the best anywhere at this delicious sex game. She got the head of my still-limp prick between her lips and then sucked it inside and lowered her little ash-blonde head slowly until the whole of my manhood was in the soft-soft cavern of her mouth.
Then she made magic with her tongue, even while her darling little bottom was thrashing about under the manual treatment I was giving it. While my crown pushed against her tonsils, she closed her teeth firmly around the base of my dong and slowly ran her tongue up and down along its underside.
I could feel the first faint faint stirrings of renewed vitality in my loins at this marvelous mouth-massage and moved my pelvis in rhythmic thrusts to add to the stimulation. In a little while, I could feel my cock slowly begin to grow. As more and more of its base emerged from her lips, she seized it between her little palms and began gently rubbing it back and forth to stimulate further growth.
By this time I was really beginning to steam, and my cock was inching steadily upward. When Jean decided it was time to get it in where she really wanted it, she pulled clear with a final terrific sucking sound that added an extra centimeter to its length and thickness.
Then she reversed herself gracefully ... Jean has the makings of a marvelous little dancer and has been going to ballet school since she was six ... and, instead of squatting herself down on it, she sat on it so that her feet were up near my armpits. This is one of my favorite fucking positions, although it was the first time Jean had tried it with me.
I hoisted myself up on my elbows as she settled down, enveloping the upper half of my prick with her creaming cunt and extending her educated labia to envelop all but the very base. Her expression was one of heavenly bliss as my pole slid to the top of her seething sheath and penetrated her womb even further than my tongue.
Her eyelids came slowly down over her lovely gray eyes, and, extending her lower lip, she blew a stray strand of ash-blonde hair clear of them. Then she gave a wriggle of sheer voluptuous delight and uttered a sigh of rapture and said, "Jesus, darling Jeff ... isn't it heavenly?"
"That's the perfect word," I replied, hoisting myself up higher so that we were both sitting upright, holding each other's torsos close.
"Hey!" I said as two unmistakable little prominences that had not been there last summer made themselves felt delightfully against my chest. "Something new has been added."
My comment pleased her, and she hugged me and lifted her little bud-lips for a kiss of affection while I caressed her sweet little body all over and then squeezed her blossoming boobs and pinched the coral-pink nipples gently.
She said, "You noticed! I was so afraid you wouldn't."
"How could I help it?" I said. "They're there."
"But they're such little ones," she protested. "After Anita's..." She let it hang.
"Give them time," I said gently and kissed her again, while our fucking pieces made marvelous music on their own. I could feel tingles of delight spread out from my cock and pass through my entire body, like ripples in a pond's surface after a stone is tossed into it.
"This is beautiful," she murmured, moving her cunt around in a slow circle that turned the ripples into waves.
"How'd you come up with this position?" I asked.
"Oh..." she said. "One of the girls at school has some Japanese prints. None of us could figure out how it was possible, but I worked it out. And I wanted to do it first with you."
I had a pretty good idea what was coming next, since I've seen some Japanese sex prints myself, maybe the same ones little Jean had ... hell, I'd enjoyed the same position more than once with the rest of my sisters. But I didn't let on to Jean. Christ, I'd have been seventeen assorted kinds of an idiot to risk spoiling her fun ... since it was also mine.
She instructed me gravely..."Now, darling Jeff, lean back on your hands."
"like this?" I did so. "What next?"
"Now I'll lean back on mine ... see?"
"So...? "
"We've done it!" She sounded as girlishly excited as if she had just made her first cat's cradle and just sat there, supported on her little hands with her arms down stiff, as were mine, looking down at where my prick was three-quarters imbedded in her creaming cunt with the entire action visible to both of us.
She moved her bottom slowly, lifting it until all but the very tip of my dripping dong was clear of her hole ... then, with a little cry of alarm, running her pussy back over its wet and slippery stiff roundness.
"I mustn't let myself get carried away," she said, and her laughing gray eyes met mine and she began to rotate her sex-piece, carrying my prick in circles with it.
This, I decided right then, had to be the fuck of the century....
CHAPTER TEN
If it wasn't the fuck of the century, it must have come awfully close. My youngest sister was so starved for sex after all those manless weeks in school that she absolutely reveled in having my prick jammed into her suffusing little cunt as far as it could go. The sit-up position we were in is not the best for full penetration with a girl who has a long vagina ... like Darlene or Laurette ... but with Jean's short tunnel, it was wonderful, since I could make it all the way with ease, while her super-labia massaged the still unembedded base of my cock with rhythmic contractions.
She slid her crotch up and down on my dripping dong at various speeds, then rolled it around and around, then went into lateral motions that bent it from side to side. Most of the time, she kept her eyes on our fucking pieces, fascinated by the sight of what they were doing ... but every once in a while, as orgasm claimed her, she would throw back her head with her eyes closed and her little bud mouth open ... then would look into my eyes when the spasm waned, her beautiful girl-child face heavy with love and happiness, and join me in a silent laughter of sheer voluptuous delight.
Then, for a time, we returned to holding each other close while we sat upright and let our lips and tongues merge while our genitals continued their marvelous action unseen. I read somewhere that a sex-veteran once said the best of all aphrodisiacs is change ... and believe me, fucking little Jean was a complete change from fucking Missie or Anita or my other two sisters, varied as were their approaches to intercourse.
She was so young and eager and so full of hell and so imaginative in her variations that all of a sudden, there I was, coming again while we were belly to belly in close embrace and she was straining to flatten her blossoming little boobs against my chest.
She shuddered all over and moaned with delight and sank her teeth into my left shoulder in the urgency of her complete abandonment to passion, and I felt as if my loins had been drained and lay back on the pillows behind me to rest my aching belly muscles ... but Jean, having tasted, or rather engulfed, my sperm, was having none of that.
She came right with me, riding on top of me, and her bottom went into a frenzied polka to prevent my stiff prick from dwindling within her, its labor of love temporarily finished ... and so effective was her performance that, instead of shrinking, it actually seemed to grow a fraction of an inch or more.
With another happy little cry of triumph, she resumed her sitting position and went into an act she had first tried with me back on the island last summer ... boxing the compass on my cock.
She lifted her cunt almost clear of it and swung her darling little body in a ninety-degree turn, so that she was riding me sidesaddle as it were ... and the alteration of angle made it feel as if I were fucking a fresh cunt. I began bridging and up-thrusting it into her until she spent so furiously that she all but toppled off in a near-faint and I had to reach down and steady her.
Recovered, she swiveled again, so that her sleek little backside was facing me and I was ramming my rigidity right up between the sleek twin domes of her buttocks; her arsehole winked at me each time she lifted her rump, like an extra eye in her crotch. I got a hand on each buttock and gave her an extra-added attraction by diddling her bunghole, causing her to spasm again, doubling over away from me and drawing my dick downward along with her hole until I was forced to pull her upright.
Then she pivoted a third time, and it was the sidesaddle bit again, but from the other side. She stayed with it, offering wonderful action, until she spent once more, once more flooding both of our midsections with the fresh sweetness of her sex-sap and was forced to hang on lest she keel-over and lose the stimulation of my prick in her suppurating coozy.
Then it was face to face again, and I decided she had fooled around long enough. I rolled her under me so suddenly she uttered a little cry of alarm ... a cry that quickly became a long, low moan of delight as I drove into her palpitating little cunt with battering ram speed and power ... and then withdrew it ever so slowly, causing my whole body to prickle as the underside of my dick reacted to this easy withdrawal ... then rammed it into her again and repeated the process time after time until she was a palpitating mass of quivering jelly.
She began to cry out and utter words I hardly suspected her to know, but in such tones of raging desire that they only added to my pleasure ... and after a score or so of strokes, I could feel the jizm beginning to ferment in my seed-bag and then begin that wonder passage up through the core of my cock to explode in my twelve-year-old kid sister's cockpit with blunderbuss force.
She countercharged furiously until the moment of coming arrived, then bridged and lifted her crotch so that I attained maximum penetration before and during the act of emission itself.
Then she subsided with a happy little moan of temporary satiation, and we lay drowning in our own juices while my sopping prick slowly dwindled until at last it slipped reluctantly clear of her tunnel of love.
So great had been our concentration on attaining and maintaining the terrific plateau of pleasure we had achieved together that not until we were utterly spent did we become aware of voices and hammerings on the far side of the bedroom door our stepmother had so wisely suggested that we lock.
From the sounds, Darlene and Francie were clamoring to get in with us....
Jean seemed to reach the door from the bed in a single cat-like leap. She cried, "Can't you pigs give us a little time together ... you've had darling Jeff all yesterday afternoon and last night!"
"That's not why we want in," said Darlene's voice.
"In a pig's arsehole!" cried Jean defiantly. "I know what you want because I want the same thing ... fucking Jeff. The only difference is, I'm in here with him and you're outside."
"That's not the point," shouted Francie. "We've got to have a council of war!"
"A council of screwing, you mean," cried Jean, her round little nates aquiver with indignation at our being so rudely disturbed.
"Where's Anita?" she demanded after another period of pounding. Anita might be only our stepsister, but we had long ago accepted her as one of us, so Jean's question had point ... a council without her would not be complete.
"She's helping Missie get the dinner," said Francie.
"Where's the mulatto broad?" demanded Jean.
"She's got father locked up in one of the big bedrooms," said Darlene. "That's what it's all about."
"Dad's old enough to know what he's doing," said Jean. "Why don't you just leave them alone?"
"She's an outsider," said Francie. "We can't even figure out what she's doing here."
"Fucking father," snapped Jean. "You just told us what she's doing."
"Oh, let them in," I told Jean. "I'm shot down for a while, and besides, I'm curious about Laurette myself."
They trooped in, looking somewhat forlorn, and the four of us sat naked on the bed and I realized again what a lucky bastard I was to have three such beauties for sisters ... three such willing and eager beauties, all of them avowedly and openly in love with me.
Beside Jean, fourteen-year-old Francie looked like a woman ... until you looked at Darlene, when she returned to young-girl status again. Just then Anita came in, looking more like a brunette basket of melons than ever, and Darlene became more girl than woman in comparison. But, girls or women, they had all proved themselves with me where it counted many times over ... in the sack.
Anita was smoking a cigarette and collared an ashtray from the bureau top before joining us on the love-rumpled candlewick spread, sitting cross-legged with the luxuriant black hair of her bush and the top of her crack showing above her crossed heels.
She said, "What was all the banging and yelling about? I could hear you clear in the kitchen."
Darlene said, "We're wondering where Laurette figures in this holiday ... after all, none of us seems to have invited her. I mean, I thought you did, and you thought ... " She let it hang.
Four pairs of eyes ... black, green, blue and gray ... came to rest on mine. Darlene said, "What do you think, darling Jeff?"
I said, "I think Laurette's a terrific piece of tail."
It was not exactly the most diplomatic remark of my life. For a moment, the four pairs of eyes looked unhappy ... and then, as one, they narrowed with anger and the attack was on.
I tried to get clear of the bed but I was not quite quick enough. Four pairs of soft little hands seized upon me with surprising strength. Fm slated for a college football scholarship when I finish school, if I want to go that route, and I'm strong for my sixteen years ... but the girls are all strong, too, in their more supple ways, and when they ganged up on me it was a case of Gulliver being bound by the Lilliputians.
In a lot less time than it takes to tell it, they had me flat on my back on the bed, with Darlene holding my right arm down and Francie my left ... while Jean was sitting on my chest and Anita athwart my loins. Jean's gray eyes were smoking as she looked down into mine and said, "I suppose you mean we're not terrific pieces of tail?" , "I didn't say that." After what I'd been through since leaving school, my strength was not exactly as the strength of ten nor was my heart entirely pure. The weight of that unholy four on top of me, while sweet in concept, made it hard for me to breathe.
"But you meant it," snapped Anita.
I said, "So she's a terrific fuck and welcome aboard and all that ... but beyond that, I'd like to know why she's here, too."
They let up on me then ... though from the way Anita and Francie were watching my dormant prick out of the corners of their eyes, I knew that well-used sex-object was going to have to withstand at least a double assault at the first indication it offered of renewed life.
"She's something ... I'll admit that," said Darlene. "But does that give her the right to monopolize darling Jeff most of last night and now Dad?"
"How'd she manage with him?" I asked.
It was Francie who answered, her emerald eyes smoldering, "While the rest of us were waiting for Dad to undress, she simply sneaked into his and Missie's bedroom and got the door locked before any of us realized what she was up to."
I said, "She moves right in, I'll say that for her." Thinking it over, though, I decided the girls had a case. We have always been a close-knit clan, even before our real mother split out and Missie and Anita came on the scene, putting up a united front against outsiders.
Laurette, however she had got in with us this Thanksgiving, was definitely an outsider and I felt a mild twinge of guilt at having let her monopolize so much of my time and energy.
But just thinking of her serpentine hole, dripping wet, and that scarlet clit and those firm cone-like breasts caused me to have a reaction where I could conceal it least. I didn't have to look down to know that I was beginning to get an erection ... I didn't even need the signal of that familiar blessed hot stirring in my loins. All I had to do was watch the girls' eyes as they focused and became riveted on my extending cock.
I decided there was no use trying to do anything to halt the impending gang action. They had me on numbers alone ... plus one other vital factor. Bushed as I was, as long as I could get that thing to stand up, or they could get it erect, I'd have been crazy even to think of putting up a fight. After all, I had come here to fuck just as they had.
Jean was ruled to the sidelines for the moment ... after all, she had been the last one to get fucked by my growing prick. Darlene grabbed it around the base in one fist and then Francie grabbed it right above with one of her hot little hands, like kids choosing who'll go to bat first in a ball game by seeing who can grab the top of the bat handle.
Anita was next and then Francie tried again, but my cock didn't extend quite far enough ... Darlene knew she was licked. Francie uttered a resounding."Shit!" and withdrew, sulking, to the foot of the bed.
"Fielder's choice," said my stepsister, who hung over me on all fours athwart my torso, her hot little face looking down into mine with the lust-light clouding her dark eyes, and those beautiful big boobs of hers hanging down until they played tag with my own nipples, sending chills down my spine and thickening my cock.
I knew what she meant ... I was the batter and the girls were opting to call the shots. I said, "Okay, darling, how do you want it?"
She said, "Remember that time last summer when you socked it into me from behind when I was bending over in front of the stove?"
I remembered ... it had been wild and wonderful, to say nothing of different. She pulled back far enough to give my dick a thorough going over with her lips and tongue, while I pulled the wonderful roundness of her rump close enough to give her crotch a fine finger-fuck. After a moment, I felt her buttocks stiffen under my manipulations and her sweet cream make my fingers sticky as she spasmed.
"Okay," I said when she lifted her lips from my rigid cock. "Let's go."
She slid off the bed through the others, and I followed holding my pole in my hand and massaging it gently lest the change of venue bring about a weakness ... an act which proved utterly needless in the event, since at the sight of lush little Anita setting her feet wide apart with her dimpled backside toward me, then bending over and grabbing her ankles with both fists so that her creaming red-and-purple crotch came right up at me, I felt my dong give a convulsive leap within the cage of my fingers.
Sighting rather than gripping it, I got into position behind my stepsister and took two quick strides toward her. Then moving right in, I grabbed her loins firmly from behind and, with a single convulsive thrust of my pelvis, rammed my eager cock right into her cunt, pulling her toward me to flatten her nates against my own pubic area as I drove the head of my prick as far into her juicy love tunnel as it would go....
Once I was all the way inside her, I let my cock rest with its head making music with her flanged gates and her labia flattened out against my own pubic hair ... then I used my grip on her loins to manipulate her rump as my imagine dictated, rolling it around, pulling it up and down and then sideways, finally trying the diagonals, all with wonderful effect on the sensations radiating from my loins and stimulating Anita to wild and wonderful reactions as her guts convulsed with frantic pleasure.
Then I began ramming it into her, and she staggered forward and would have fallen had I not leaned far backward to maintain our balance. Each time I poked her, she grunted with pleasure and took another short double-step, until at last her head brushed the wall and she braced her hands flat against it and began churning her rump wildly in a frantic excess of passion ... with my soggy but still straight sword inexorably jammed up her literally dripping coozy.
Thanks to the unending successions of workouts my dong had received since I got in the car, I couldn't have come in a hurry if I'd had to
... so I just hung in there, loving every second of it and giving as good as I got, which was plenty, with compound interest.
After a while, Anita couldn't stop coming, and her cunt rotations and thrusts became faster and faster until, with a fury of sobbing sounds, she went flat as a board against the wall, leaving my cock swinging wildly in the air ... and, moments later, sagged slowly to the floor, where she lay huddled between floor and wall-board like a passed-out kitten.
My cock did not remain in the open for long. All three of my remaining sisters made grabs for me and it, and we all fell in a tangle atop the bed. Hot little cunts seemed to come at my dripping prick from all directions, and for moments I was smothered in sweet sex-perfumed torsos and boobs and thrashing female mouths and hair and arms and legs ... and then something warm and soft and wet and wonderful slipped over my dong and cuddled it fiercely.
I knew at once that Francie had won out from the feel of her swimming little cunt with outer lips almost as prehensile as Jean's, so I felt through the thicket of young-woman bodies until I got a grip on her burgeoning little boobs and squeezed them, getting a wonderful succession of cunt-wriggles in response, and then slid them down to her bottom and around behind to give her sensitive arsehole a thorough tweaking.
Francie began sliding up and down on my throbbing cock like a piston sleeve and I fucked her as hard as my impeded position permitted, causing Jean, who was tongue-kissing me avidly, to slide off the side of the bed, dragging the rest of us to the carpeted floor after her.
Somehow, I emerged from the wild melee riding Francie dog fashion, still giving her butt-hole a workout while she bucked and bobbed her hot little cunt in front of me, carrying my cock in all directions with it. It was-I had a fugitive thought-definitely backside time in my family, and the sweet pounding of female buttocks against my loins was novel relief after the pounding they had taken from not-so-soft frontal assaults.
I kept going until, with a sobbing moan, little Francie of the green eyes and the insatiable cunt flattened out under me, going rigid as Anita had before her, and losing our genital contact. I rose to my knees, thinking two down and wondering how much longer I could keep going. I turned toward the bed, and there was Darlene's delicious clit right under my nose as her long slender satin-smooth legs went around my neck and pulled my mouth right into her cunt. She was lying on her back across the can-dlewick spread, or what was left of it, and had taken advantage of her opportunity as I turned her way while coming up.
I knew what she wanted and was nothing loath when it came to dishing it to her. Remaining on my knees, I pushed her shuddering thighs apart and gave her clit a licking until it stood right out of her way-forward crease like a third nipple, then caught it between my teeth and nibbled and nipped at it until she began to thrash and scream and beg for a mercy she did not really want.
The relatively thin flow of her pussyjuice grew more copious as she came, and covered my lower face as it overflowed her cunt and I could relish its taste as I mouthed her most intimate parts. Then I made a snake of my tongue and sent it whip lashing up her wide-open little hole, and she went rocketing off to Jupiter and beyond until I was once again forced to take a tight grip on the undersides of her thighs to restrain her action sufficiently to keep the tip of my tongue at the gates of her womb. I could hear her fists pounding on the bed on either side of us as I began working my mouthpiece rapidly back and forth within the narrow confines of its target.
Then something happened to my cock, which was protruding, still rock-rigid, under the bed, poking a dent in the side of the candlewick spread. All at once, it wasn't bumping its head against the nubble fabric but had slid into a little orifice that was slick and juicy as the inside of a ripe peach ... and a hell of a lot more exciting.
For a moment, I was bewildered, until short little legs locked themselves around my waist and tight little buttocks rubbed my half-spread thighs and sweet familiar cunt lips asserted their authority on the base of my cock with gut-tingling authority.
I knew then what had happened. Little Jean, seeing an opening for further gratification of her overgenerous sexual appetite, had noted that my prick was unoccupied while I had my tongue in Darlene's cunt atop the bed ... and had crawled underneath and lain on her back and inched her crotch up into my lap and supplied me with the most unexpected piece of butt I had yet received in my young life.
Talk about living ... this was it! With Anita and Francie still lying fucked out on the carpet, with my tongue deep in Darlene's cunt, sending her into raging spasms of wild rapture and with an unseen Jean sucking my still-thirsty prick up into her wonderful little tunnel of love, I knew that this Thanksgiving was one I would always be thankful for ... if I managed to live through it.
And suddenly I didn't even give a damn whether I survived it or not, so great was the fucking I was enjoying with my delicious three sisters and Anita. This was the summit, and I knew it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
As little Jean began banging me harder and harder under the bed, I dug into Darlene harder and harder with my tongue. I know the word bang is usually applied only to what a man does to a woman when he fucks her ... but the way things were then, my mobility downstairs was limited (to put it mildly), and Jean was a Lolita who could carry all the action herself without half trying ... and, believe me, right then she was busting her guts to make things happen between us.
I'd had more than my share of super-active cunts in my brief but rich experience of fucking, but what my twelve-year-old sister was doing to my prick could have been a lesson to the most expert whore in the world....
She gripped the base of my cock so tightly I would have yelled for help if I could have ... but Darlene was grabbing the base of my tongue so tightly in her hot hole that I was literally bound and gagged by sex. Then, before my cock strangled, she released her labial grip on it and began sliding her creaming pussy up and down and around on it until it began to buck in her hole. Then she forced it into her velvet passage as far as it would go, gripping its root again with her lips, but not so painfully hard as before.
Instead, she worked those long cunt lips of hers like a Muscle Beach boy making his biceps do tricks. She tightened and loosened them, sending shivers of delight all over my body and then, holding my prick with delicious firmness, slid up and down on it in two-inch thrusts and withdrawals, maintaining her grip all the way.
I matched her rhythm with my tongue in Darlene's long slender sheath, and she began to convulse in regular tidal waves as total orgasm took over her beautiful lithe body. I gave the tip of my tongue a hard rotary twist that dilated her womb gates and sent her spinning along the same rigid route Anita and Francie had already traveled ... and pushed my loins forward at the same time, sending Jean into a wild spasm of rapture just as my own sperm came roiling up through my dick and blasted the very core of her hot little body, causing her to let out a shrill scream and tighten her legs and cunt around me so hard I pulled my tongue clear of Darlene's juicing box and let out a yelp of anguish.
Then Jean relaxed all over and her legs and cunt slid away from me and, when I pulled clear and got to my knees, the soles of her feet, wide apart, protruded from under the bed, motionless as the feet of a tiny corpse ... while atop the bed Darlene lay flat on her beautiful back, dead to the world.
I had fucked all four of them unconscious in a single session!
Anita, who had recovered, was sitting on the foot of the bed when I half-climbed, half-fell on top of it. There were love and admiration in her beautiful black eyes as she said, "Jesus, darling Jeff ... you've got to be Clark Kent without a blue union suit!"
I didn't feel like Superman just then ... I felt like a football tackling dummy at the end of a hard season and told her so. Anita laughed and gave my now-limp dong a loving pull and said, "I guess the poor tired thing has earned a recess."
"You can say that again," I told her.
So the little minx said, "I guess the poor tired thing has earned a recess." Then, growing serious, "It's been a terrific fun-fuck, darling Jeff, but it still doesn't solve the problem."
My wits were scattered all over the room, and it took me a few seconds to get what she was driving at. Then I said, "You mean Laurette?"
She nodded, said, "We've got to do something about her."
"You want to put her out in the snow again?"
"I don't know what we can do, darling Jeff ... but there's only you and your father here with Cousin George back East, and she's an outsider and getting more than her share."
"You can say that again," said Francie, her green eyes blazing. "She's been locked in with father ever since ne got here."
Anita said, " ... she's an outsider and getting more than her share."
Francie said, "I'm serious, Anita ... stop clowning, will you?" She ran a beautiful little hand through her short silver-gold hair.
I got off the bed and found I could stand ... though I'd have hated to try a jog around the lodge just then, even if the ground hadn't been snow-covered. I said, "Before I make any suggestions, I'd like to look into the situation...."
"That's the trouble," cried Anita. "Laurette has him locked in that big bedroom at the end of the hall."
Tiny Jean came out from under the bed then on her hands and knees and I helped her to her feet. She gave me a hug of thanks for the fucking I had just given her and then a lingering kiss on the cock, which she could reach almost without bending, thanks to being such a short little girl.
When she finished, she looked up brightly and said, "You mean the big bedroom at the west end of the lodge?"
"I guess so," said Anita. "You know I'm no good at directions."
"Except when you're aiming your twat at darling Jeff," teased Darlene, sitting up and shaking herself like a beautiful red-haired setter emerging from the surf.
"Oh, come on!" said Jean, moving toward the door. "If it's that room, then, I know something you don't know."
The four of us came trooping after her along the carpeted corridor, and Jean led us into a small bedroom next to the one behind which Laurette and our father were doing whatever they were doing. She put a tiny finger to her lips and led the way to a long colored print of the New York skyline our Uncle Joe (who inherited a share of the lodge along with dad) had had set in the wall.
I'd always wondered what that New York scene was doing there ... it seemed so out of place in the Southern California mountains ... but I got the picture (some joke, hah!) when my twelve-year-old kid sister felt along the bottom of the molding that framed it and pressed some kind of a hidden button.
Instantly, the picture slid down inside the wall and we were looking through what had to be a two-way mirror that revealed most of the bigger bedroom on its other side ... the big bed was right in the middle of our view and there was father, thick-muscled, red-haired, red-bearded and red of armpit and pubes, a big man in every sense of the word including his prick....
We had to call on memory for that last, because it was buried to the hilt in Laurette's rocketing cunt. The beautiful black girl had built a regular tower of pillows under her black-satin butt, and the old man was up on his knees, giving it to her. He pulled his dong part way out of her scarlet pussy and then rammed it into her with a zigzag weave of hip that showed me he was in charge.
I felt a thrill of pride to be the son of such a virile father as he pulled it out again and then rammed it back into the squirming, convulsing black beauty so hard that she emitted a moaning sigh and locked her legs around his buttocks and drummed on them with her heels as her whole body erupted in a tremendous climax.
I grabbed Jean and whispered, "Can they hear us, too, in there?"
She said, in her normal clear tones, "Not unless I push this button..." indicating another corner of the trick-picture molding.
"Hold it," I said.
Jean's gray eyes narrowed. "You got an idea, darling Jeff?"
I said, "We're witnessing a great performance ... and since I feel our father has again earned our respect, I think he and his partner deserve a round of applause when they finish. We want to let them know how much we appreciate the show they're putting on for us."
Francie frowned and said, "I don't see how...."
Darlene shushed her with, "Shut up, dear ... it's a great idea, Jeff." She slipped an arm around my waist and nuzzled my arm with her lips, giving my dong a loving squeeze with her free hand as she did so.
It was still limp ... but I knew damned well it wasn't going to remain that way much longer under the double stimulus it was getting. As we watched, Laurette's milk-chocolate legs and arms slid away from Dad's thrusting body and she lay atop the pile of pillows like some ancient African princess being sacrificed on a jungle altar to some primitive god of love. Her conical boobs were still pointed straight up and the old man was holding her steady by using them as control knobs while he drove his iron cock relentlessly in and out of Laurette's obviously creaming pussy.
Her cunt was the only part of her still moving, but it more than made up for the inertia of the rest. It quivered and thrust and rolled and seemed actually to snap at Dad's dripping dick each time it pulled part way out of her hole. She was really having herself a come, and I couldn't help wondering if she was getting more out of the old man than she had out of me.
Just then, he went into a mammoth orgasm himself. His face went almost as red as his hair and he drove his cock into her suffusing cunt so hard it made her whole body rock ... then held it there while he spent his jizm deep in the core of Laurette's body, squeezing her hard pointed boobs hard to hold her on top of her improvised altar of love.
My own cock had returned to the land of the living with unexpected rapidity, and Darlene, dropping to her knees on the carpet in front of me, was giving me the same type of treatment I had just finished giving her back in the other bedroom. She was giving my cock such a rim-job, in fact, that I forgot to give little Jean the signal to turn on the amplifier as Dad and Laurette climaxed.
But the cute little devil did it anyway and led the other two girls in handclapping and cheers ... Darlene, of course, being unavailable for either at that moment having her hands on my balls and the root of my rod while she was sucking and lapping the rest of it in her velvet-lined mouth....
But when I saw the look on father's face as he pulled his cascading cock out of Laurette's dripping cunt and got out of bed, I pulled my cock out of Darlene's mouth and dropped to my hands and knees under the two-way picture mirror. The last time I had seen him that angry, he had beat the daylights out of me for getting drunk on his booze two summers earlier on the island.
I was two active years bigger and stronger now, but he was still too much man for me ... in a fight anyway ... so I crawled to the door and got out of there, pausing only long enough to put a finger to my lips and point to my own chest. Then I scrambled down the corridor and made it safely to the living room before Dad opened the big bedroom door at the end behind me.
Missie was just in the act of slamming shut the oven door on our Thanksgiving turkey as I stepped up into the raised kitchen area at the north end of the big room with its blazing fire in the stone grate.
She had nothing on but an apron that covered her from throat to knees and protected her otherwise nude body against splashings of hot fat from the stove. Thus, her gash was completely exposed between its two delicious flanking hillocks, with its two holes staring at me like the two vertically set eyes of a modern camera.
As she straightened up, they disappeared into her crotch and the double dimples winked back into being in the hollows of her nates, dimples that Anita had inherited from her mother and that made both of their rumps irresistible to any male eyes lucky enough to see them.
The sight of this erotic valley of desire re-stimulated my prick, which had waned a little during my flight from the bedroom after being so thoroughly stimulated both by the spectacle of Dad fucking Laurette and by Darlene's provocative suck-job.
I may have been fucked out a few minutes earlier, but I was raring to go now. My bare feet made no noise as I stalked my stepmother from behind, thanks to the deep fuck carpeting that covered the kitchen-area floor. I slid my arms around her waist under the apron and pulled her toward me.
Missie jumped a foot and let out a squawk of alarm ... a squawk that turned into a cooing sound as, by bending my knees, I was able to slide my scimitar-curved dong into her crack from the rear.
"Jesu, darling Jeff, how you scared me!" she cried, wriggling her rump to draw my dong further along the cleft that led to her clit.
The movement had the added bonus effect of starting her generous coozy to creaming, thus giving my prick lubrication to slide still further into her crotch. I could feel the top of its head push between the lips of her cunny and the little pop of added pressure as her clit came dancing out of its housing and pushed its way into my foreskin, adding to the mounting pleasure that was coursing through both of us.
"The apron...." she pleaded. "Untie it, darling Jeff."
I did so with fumbling fingers, for my cock was sliding back and forth in that now well-greased crotch and moving further into her grasping, juicing cunt with each thrust. She pulled it off over her raven dark head when I finally got the two knots unraveled and I had the whole of her beautiful passionate body again unhampered by clothing of any description.
I cupped a full gorgeous breast in each hand and gave it a workout and she leaned back against me and shuddered as I buried my face in a hollow of her throat and kissed the smooth flesh with lips and tongue ... but she didn't stay that way long, since the gesture all but pulled my cock out of her crack.
She bent forward again, thrusting her rump up into my abdomen and went into a slow grind a belly dancer would have envied. She whispered, her usually low soft voice hoarse with an access of passion, "How sweet of you, darling Jeff. I've been going crazy thinking of all of you fucking in comfort while I'm stuck here ... but somebody has to cook the dinner...."
I slid my right hand down from her erect nipple and placed my thumb and forefinger against her protruding bellybutton, the key to her garden of ecstasy. She stopped pumping her rump back into my loins and remained absolutely motionless, as if she had been hit by a paralysis ray like some character in a science fiction movie.
Then I began massaging her navel gently, and she went into one of those series of undulating shock-waves that sends me all the way to the funny farm and back ... and then, tightening my grip on both her navel and her left nipple, I gave both of them a good, hard twisting pinch.
Missie didn't exactly erupt under such stimulus ... it was more like an explosion of Krakatoa, with her whole top blowing up in a single instant explosion ... except that it was not only her top that exploded but her bottom as well, and everything else in between.
It would have been great but for one thing ... her detonation was so sudden and so wild that it even caught me unprepared, and my cock came flying out of her rump with the first real bump of her pelvis. She let out a scream and I let out a yelp and then our hands got all tangled up as we both tried to put my tool back to use in the crack it was longing to fill.
The action was so frantic we blew it completely, and I tripped her up accidentally and she fell forward on the thick fuck carpet on her hands and knees ... rather, on one hand and her knees, for the other hand had grabbed hold of my handle through her crotch and dragged me right down after her, willy nilly ... or I would have risked having her pull it out by the roots, so convulsive was her grip on it once she found it again.
Holding it that way, she could not stuff it into her ravening cunt, but she guided it to the gates of her personal heaven and pleaded, "Por dios, carissimo Jeff, put it in where it belongs before I lose my mind!"
I said, "Anything to oblige, darling Missie," and pushed myself forward, holding her tight by the loins, as my rampant cock slid into the well juiced inner surfaces of her tunnel of love.
She uttered a little groan of satisfaction and wriggled her rump back into my loins until we were locked tightly together, dog fashion, with her clit rubbing the base of my prick's underside and my crown poking into her womb and putting pressure on the rear rather than the front of her vagina.
Missie was in no condition to remain still for long ... not with my sabre poking into her guts upside down. She began wriggling like an eel as my hands slid to the flanks of her satin-smooth waist and around toward her bellybutton again.
"Jesu ... no!" she gasped, but I was past taking direction from anybody, even my stepmother. Nor did she truly want me to obey her....
This time, when I tweaked her button, I used my left hand, holding her pelvis firm and tight against my own belly in the circle of my right arm ... and once the detonation was achieved, I locked my other arm around her as well. But even so, I damned near lost her completely.
Talk about riding a bucking bronc ... and I've ridden a few of those as a kid ... this was wilder than any rodeo ride I ever saw. Don't ever let anyone kid you that women are the weaker sex ... at least not where sex is concerned.
That big muscle they've got right there in the pelvis, the cervix muscle I think it is, the one that gets them through the chore of child-bearing, is a lot more powerful than any muscle a mere man can build.
The way she drove her bottom in and out and around and around and up and down and on every kind of a crazy bias was incredible. And once she got it really going, she never wanted to let up. She began coming so fast it seemed continuous, with no letups between the spasms, and her cream got so thick it was like library paste Where our fucking pieces were grinding out a punchboard code to indefinite bliss.
When I came the first time in that tornado of utter sex, it was like a leaking faucet in a cloudburst, and I don't think Missie even knew I'd sent a full shot of sperm into her churning womb ... in any case, my climax didn't even break the wild rhythm of her own fucking beat.
I had to shift my grip as her body got sweaty about then and began to slide out of control, and by accident I brushed her navel again with my left wrist ... and, whammo! ... the tempo and movement got crazier still. My poor aching prick didn't even have a chance to lie down for an intermission, and before I really thought it could happen, I was spurting my hot lava into her wild womb a second time.
This time, I wanted her to know I had come, so I really squeezed her bounding pelvis tight into my loins when I let her have the shot, spreading her cunt lips wide and mashing them flat against my groin as I let her have it and almost flattening my balls against the base of her nates.
She got the message, I guess, Or the brief pause had brought her down a little from whatever peak she was riding, because she began to slow her motions ... and as she did so, I was careful not to rub her bellybutton a third time. Baby, I'd had it for the time being ... and felt as if I'd had it for all time.
Only then did I become aware that we had acquired a cheering gallery. Dad and the girls, including Laurette, were giving Missie and me the same semi-derisive treatment I had had the girls give him and Laurette maybe half an hour before ... and from the way they were all laughing and hugging, I could tell that whatever enmity had been rising between the beautiful black girl and my sisters had been laid to rest.
That is, if laid is exactly the word ... is it?
CHAPTER TWELVE
When we disengaged, our fucking pieces made kissing sounds ... as if they were kissing each other good-bye, a fact little Jean remarked on which got another laugh. Then Darlene, my darling Darlene, came over and helped me to my feet ... and, believe me, just then I needed help, being so screwed out I could hardly stand up.
I hugged her and looked over the top of her beautiful red hair and saw that Laurette had done the same for Missie and that they were embracing fondly. I rubbed some of the sweat from my belly and said to Darlene, with a nod toward the two hugging females, "What's the poop, anyway? This whole thing is screwy."
"Not when you know the score," said Darlene.
"Who invited Laurette?"
Missie heard me and said, "I did."
"Bless you for that, beautiful," said my father, who had moved in on the scene.
Darlene said, "Laurette isn't really an outsider at all."
That took a moment to sink in. When it finally did, I made like a lousy TV script with, "You mean...."
Darlene said, "That's right ... she's our half-sister. Her mother is ... " She named a swinging, singing superspade who rates right up there with Ella and Lena as a star.
"She's on the road so much Missie and Dad decided she ought to stay with us. They put Laurette and me in the same school to see how we got on. That's why..."
"I get it." I went over to Missie and kissed her fondly, saying, "Thanks for giving us something even better than turkey for Thanksgiving."
Missie said, "Madre de dies! The turkey...! " She swung around, with her tits following right along, scooped up the apron and tied it on as she moved back to the oven. When she pulled the bird out for basting, I was amazed that she had the strength to lift it ... though I shouldn't have been after the display of strength she had revealed to me while we were fucking.
It was a monster ... around thirty pounds, plus the added weight of the stuffing and gravy ... and turning a beautiful golden brown. I suddenly realized that I was starved. After all, I'd been getting quite a workout ever since Darlene and the others picked me up at my school, with damned little nourishment. I looked around and read hunger in the eyes of the others.
Then I went over to Laurette and pulled her against me until her hairless cunt was rubbing my cock and those magnificent conical boobs of hers were digging into my chest. I gave her a long kiss and she responded like an electric eel with her fully squishy lips and our tongues did their little dance together.
I said, "Welcome to the family, darling."
She said, "It's as big a surprise to me as it must be to you ... I'd always wondered who my father really was ... and what it would be like to go to bed with him."
"How was it?"
Her half-moon eyes were liquid. She said, "Marvelous!" She kissed me again, a long liquid kiss. Then she said, "Not better than you, darling Jeff ... just different."
A chocolate-brown hand slid down to test my cock, which was still lying limp despite the terrific stimulation she was giving it. She pulled away a little, her eyes anxiously searching my face.
"Is my being your sister going to mean you don't want to fuck me any more?" she asked.
I shook my head and opened my mouth to tell her it was just that I was shot down. But before I could speak, Missie was there saying with a laugh, "Don't worry about darling Jeff, Laurette ... he hasn't let those conventions inhibit him since he began fucking all of us on the island last summer." Then, to me, "Here, take one ... you look as if you need building up."
She was holding a tray with Mexican appetizers on it ... crisp, triangular cuts of refried tortillas with a variety of bright toppings ... anchovies, chopped egg and olive, caviar, a lot of things I didn't recognize. Indicating one of these last with her forefinger, she said, "Take a couple of those."
I was so hungry I didn't ask what in hell they were ... just crammed them into my mouth and chewed and swallowed. Laurette reached for another of them, but Missie indicated a caviar canape, saying, "Not you, honey ... you don't need any build-up."
Since the sex-sap my new half-sister was exuding, that marvelous musky aroma, could be smelled even above the rich scent of the cooking turkey, I got the idea. I looked at Missie, who smiled at me serenely; I considered asking her what in hell I had swallowed but decided I'd be better off not knowing.
Anita said, "How long till dinner, mama?"
Missie shrugged, "An hour maybe ... an hour and a half. A turkey should be roasted until it's ready to fall apart."
I put an arm around Laurette and led her toward the pile of rugs in front of the fire. Somewhere along the line, while I was otherwise engaged in the bedrooms, the girls had reassembled the Indian carpet sex-platform where we had sported so happily the night before.
Somehow, it had gotten to be late afternoon and the air was gray outside, promising more snow to come. As we stretched out on our bellies in front of the hearth, I looked over the beautiful double dome of my half-sister's milk-chocolate rump to see what the others were doing.
Missie was still at work in the cooking area with Anita helping. Darlene and Francie were cuddled sweetly together like a pair of angels, taking a nap close by with their hands out of sight in each other's cracks. At the far end of the fucking platform, little Jean, looking almost like a boy from the waist up, was straddling Dad, doing her utmost to work all of his big prick into her short, tight, little-girl cunt.
He seemed to be relishing the process and held her firmly in place, obviously being tenderly careful not to do anything that would hurt his youngest daughter. I thought that Dad still had a lot to learn about the twelve-year-old nymphet he and my mother had spawned.
With her precocious dancer's body, tiny Jean was about as fragile as a piece of well-tempered steel. While Laurette and I looked on, she wriggled slyly, working her cunt-lips down toward the base of Dad's big stiff cock. His fingers suddenly dug into her rump and his big body stiffened under her.
"Why...! " he gasped in his rumbling basso, "you ... little ... devil!" An ultra-active pause as she pumped up and down on his dong, then, "You made me come!"
"What did you expect, father?" she inquired demurely.
"Show him how you box the compass, Jeanie," I suggested.
She laughed and tossed her ash-blonde head and said, "What do you think I'm doing?" Then, with mock anxiety to our dad, "Are you sure it won't wear you out, father?"
Dad's reply was unprintable, concluding with a roared, "I can outfuck my own youngest daughter, for Christ's sake ... so get on with whatever you have in mind."
Jean laughed and then lifted her rump and turned sideways and squashed her bottom down over his prick. Dad uttered a grunt of surprise but then settled down to fucking in the new position, lifting his pelvis up and down to drive his big cock in and out of her hole.
Seeing that Laurette and I were watching the action, the little imp, who was facing us now, opened her knees wide so that we could see Dad's cream-covered cock sliding in and out of her hole. She lifted her rump clear of his loins and shook it back and forth for a few seconds in a wild spasm, then sank it down again, her lovely little-girl face going tense as she spent....
The sight was too much for Laurette, who slipped a hand down under me and felt for my dong. She said, "Hey . . .it's alive again!"
I rolled over on my side and saw my cock emerge into view. Laurette was right ... it was riding high once more. I'd been so engrossed in watching the fucking of Dad by tiny Jean that I had not been aware of this phenomenon until now. I wondered again what had been in the two canapes Missie had made me eat ... whatever it was, it had to be powerful to bring me back so soon after the superscrewing I had been getting ever since the girls had picked me up at the school.
Laurette's half-moon eyes were dancing with delight as she lowered her face over my prick and, giving its tip a kiss, mimicked the singing TV commercial that goes, "Mmmmm-mmm ... good!"
Before, when Laurette and I had fucked and sucked around, I had felt a definite sense of guilt, of doing something wrong. I had been awfully afraid that there was something racial about it, that I felt guilty because I was fucking and sucking a black girl ... either because I had some built-in hang-up about miscegenation or some ancestral remorse because some of my ancestors might have fucked black girls when they were helpless slaves ... I mean, the black girls, not my ancestors, natch.
Now, as we diddled each other lazily and happily, I felt no sense of guilt at all ... better still, I knew why not.
Since all my fucking and sucking to date had been with members of my own family ... Missie, Darlene, Anita, Francie and Jean ... it had felt somehow wrong for me to be balling with a girl who was not even related to me by marriage. Some people might call that a hang-up ... but not anyone as beautifully equipped with sisters as I was ... to say nothing of sisters as beautifully equipped for the games of sex.
. . .or, as ready and willing to do it!
We took our own good time about it. After all, there was no hurry with most of the holiday weekend still ahead of us. Then, too, we had already enjoyed each other thoroughly, so the driving urge to find out was no longer with us. We fooled around, letting the high, driving excitement rise by itself.
Laurette lapped away at my cock, sending delicious little thrills of excitement racing through my nervous system, occasionally varying the licking routine with gentle sucks. I slid a hand into her slit and played with the various dashboard knobs there, enjoying both the swiftness with which her cream rose and the marvelous musky scent of it.
One thing about Laurette ... even more so than my other sisters, she was a gas in any direction. Even just fingerfucking her was more fun than fucking a lot of women, from what I've been told. It was a gas to feel her sex-sap ooze out of her cunt and spread over the surrounding area ... it was a gas to massage her tight little arsehole with its tiny ridged wrinkles ... it was a gas to finger her sticky labia and to poke a finger inside the hole ... it was a gas to squeeze and tickle her bright red little clit until it stood up like an angry midget and cried for action ... it was a gas to play with the top of her slit and enjoy the sleek, slippery hairlessness of her mound ... it was a gas to toy with the twin-peak cones of her tits and see the rose-brown teats rise like their redheaded little brother at the gates of her cunt and strain for more of the same....
. . .it was a gas when she had a mild come as a result of my manipulations and kisses and her lips tightened their grip on my rigid prick.
She lifted her bushy black head then and looked at me all alight with laughter and love and said with a sigh that sent her conical boobs dancing, "Jeff darling ... isn't this fun?"
I grabbed her hair and directed her head back to my dong, then pulled her rump about so that I could give her matching lip service. I rolled us over on our sides and lifted her upper leg high in the air and really dug into her, lapping her whole crotch clean of pussyjuice and then stirring her seemingly inexhaustible fountain to further flow. I sucked her cunt-lips into my mouth and gummed them, I ran my tongue up and down her slit, I nibbled with my teeth at her clitoris until she convulsed again and her head began bobbing up and down on my cock like a woodpecker tackling a tree.
Then, and only then, I got a good double-grip on the inside of her buttocks, dug my thumbnails into her sphincter ... and sent the snake of my tongue driving right into her velvet-lined loving cup and began using it like a prick to stir up voluptuous sensations all along the walls of her vagina.
Even though my grip was so hard it must have hurt her, with my fingers digging into her brown lower mounds until they sank out of sight in firm, milk-chocolate flesh, I all but lost control of her as she exploded into a major series of climaxes. Holding onto her was like trying to hold onto a high tension wire that has suddenly snapped ... she was as wild as Missie had been on the kitchen area fuck carpet earlier ... and my grip was not quite as secure.
After all, I had had my cock inside Missie like a riveter's spike. In this heaving, gyrating
Laurette, all I had was the relatively weak weapon of my tongue.
When she exploded, she came down so far on my prick that I thought I was going to make her choke on it ... but no, somehow she angled it right down her throat for a long series of wild moments ... then lifted her head, dragging her teeth along its top and bottom in a sort of heavenly slow torture.
I couldn't maintain my hold for long as Laurette's lithe thrashing body became slippery with sweat. My hands slipped, and the next thing I knew my tongue was back in my own mouth, feeling half torn out by the roots. Her head came clear of my cock and she grabbed for it with both hands and came over me, pushing it up into the place where my tongue had been housed only seconds earlier.
Slowly, with a succession of minor orgasms, she used my impalement of her crotch to bring herself back to earth ... enjoying every minute of it just as I was. Laurette could come just by wanting to (which she apparently does most of the time), and to almost the degree she wished to attain ... but when I made the snake in her cunt with my tongue, she really lost her marbles.
Considering the savagery with which she climaxed on such occasions, I decided it was just as well that it was physically impossible to fuck her and tongue her at the same time. After all, the eruption of Mount Pelee in Martinique killed thirty-two thousand persons in a matter of minutes. If I got both my tongue and my prick into Laurette's vagina simultaneously, there would probably be an even deadlier explosion.
After such a storm, it was delicious just to have that magnificent milk chocolate half-sister of mine riding my cock with her beautiful body aglitter with sweat and her beautiful boobs sticking straight out of her black pantherine torso. She took it easy once more, stirring her bottom with slow sensual figure eights until I juiced far up inside her womb ... only then speeding the tempo to give my prick extra stimulation that would prevent it from subsiding before I came a second time.
She needn't have put herself out ... whatever it was Missie had put into her tortilla canapes, it made my dong feel that it was going to stay right up there for hours yet.
After a while, she had to spasm again and I helped her along with a series of spiral thrusts of my prick that caused her to wind up flinging herself down on me with each riposte of her cunt, creaming and wriggling and gasping for breath.
When it subsided, she was still crushed on top of me with her big boobs flat on my ribs and her lips close to my ear. She reached for my lips, found them, said, "Beautiful, darling Jeff ... beautiful!" Then, in a whisper, "Don't tell Dad, but you're better than he is ... and he's awfully damn good."
"I bet you tell that to all your dads," I said.
She bit my ear and I went into a series of shudders that resulted in my coming again ... to my own surprise at least as much as hers.
She hung over me with my rod still stiff in her dripping cunt and her breasts pushing down against my cheeks. She laughed in silent triumph and said, "So now you know how it feels, darling Jeff."
There was no need to explain further. I, too, had a key that, if turned, caused me to lose all sexual self-control ... like Laurette with her reaction to my tongue, Missie with her sensitive bellybutton, Francie with her jumpy anus, Darlene with her hyper-sensitive up-front clit. And Laurette had just found it.
She said, "Boy, that was really wild. I want to try it again...."
As she brought her mouth down toward the lobe of my other ear, I murmured, "Go ahead."
She hesitated, a mere fraction of an inch from her target, said, "You sure you want it again so soon?"
"If you do," I replied.
"You've got to be a marathon runner," she murmured. "Don't say I didn't ask--"
She nipped my lobe, then tongued my whole ear, then bit gently into the top of it ... and this time I really exploded. It's crazy, but I didn't really remember what happened to me the first time Laurette nipped my ear ... perhaps because it was so unexpected and my wing off so violent I blanked out on it.
But this time I was ready ... this time I remembered....
There's only one thing I can really say about what happened-it's a lucky thing for me that I'm not a girl. The male orgasm is relatively brief, while that of the female can last indefinitely if a couple builds a solid plateau of voluptuous sensation and is able to maintain it.
If I'd been a broad, I'd be dead....
I went into a series of convulsions that made those of Laurette when I snake-tongued her seem like small stuff. I began bucking and bridging like a juiced-up mustang and Laurette, riding my prick like a cowgirl, was nearly thrown a half dozen times before I finally shot my wad deep in her guts.
She actually had to lock her feet under my arching back as I tried to ram my cock all the way up through her swinging black body ... when I finally came down, she didn't unlock them quite fast enough, and her heels damn near slipped a couple of discs in my spine.
The craziest part of it was that, even though I was completely out of control when I came, I loved every second of it ... it was the most wonderful sensation of my life, and I kissed the damp insides of her thighs gratefully for sending me on such a trip.
At the same time, I knew I'd better not let anybody do it to me too often. I really felt like grandma's tit after it went through the wringer ... even though my dong, thanks to Missie's special canapes, was still impaling my new half-sister like a saber.
She seemed to understand what I was thinking and said, "Darling Jeff, if you don't mind, I think we ought to keep your secret just between us ... not that I want to be a pig, but I'd hate to be responsible for ruining the God damnedest most sensational swinging brother any girl ever had."
I nodded and gave the insides of her thighs another pair of kisses, savoring and scenting her sex-sap and sweat and loving their blend. Then I said, "Was it. like that the first time?"
"Don't you remember?" she asked. She looked a little frightened when I shook my head, said, "No wonder you were ready for another so soon."
"Is that how it feels when I snake-tongue you?"
She shrugged, making her marvelous boobs do a sweet short dance, said, "Darling Jeff, who knows? What you feel is what you feel and what I feel is what I feel ... but if it is anything like what I feel, then you've gone a long way toward reaching heaven on earth."
"I love you," I told her, meaning it.
"You think I don't love you, you're out of your sweet-fucking mind," she said, regarding me fondly from above. I gave my loins a lift and she reacted and came with little grunts of sheer delight.
We were still lying their, with my dick deep in her cunt, when Anita yelled, "Come on, kids ... dinner's ready!" We separated and got up and walked to the table as we were, with my dick still sticking right out in front of me. Missie saw it as we lined up alongside the table with the rich, brown bird in the center and waited for father to say grace.
The others lowered their eyes as Dad gave us the Thanksgiving prayer, but my stepmother's eyes drifted from my face to my cock, sticking out over the table, then back again. She smiled secretively, then gave me a slow, lascivious wink.
I felt Laurette's cool hand pushing my prick out of sight and holding it down and to one side until we could all sit down ... and as Dad concluded his invocation with a blessing, I agreed with his words.
This year, we had more to be thankful for than ever before ... at least I did ... I slid a finger into Laurette's sleek hairless crack and diddled her clitoris gently as we sat down...
