My Sisters And I

TEN

Anita led me to her little bedroom… she and Darlene had their own rooms, while Francie and Jean shared a room with a double-decker bed. Her reason for taking me there, instead of going to my room, was simple. When we crossed the threshold, she moved close against me and kissed me and said, “I've never fucked anybody in my own bed. I want you to be the first.”

“Not even Cousin George?” I let my hand slide down the glorious yielding curve of her back and she spread her legs slightly so that I had easy access to her creaming cunt from behind.

“Not even Cousin George,” she whispered, her lips less than an inch from mine. “We did most of our fucking outdoors… or in the shack.”

As our bodies fused and her lips met mine in a long, lingering kiss, and her tongue wreathed itself around mine, it was as if there had been no fucking at all that evening. I felt fresh and eager and my cock furrowed her belly, its top nuzzling the pit of her navel.

She slipped a hand edgewise between us and caressed its rigidity wonderingly. Pulling her lips free from mine, she said, “Jesu, darling Jeff, doesn't it ever get tired?”

“Not tonight… not now.”

She laughed, said, “I must have given you more Spanish fly than I thought.”

I said, “It's not Spanish fly… that's worn off.”

It was true… for the first time since dinner my cock felt like itself. The last trace of the terrible burning itch had vanished. My telling her this caused her to melt against me in sheer delight and she whispered, “I'm glad, darling Jeff… so glad!”

Then our lips met again and melted and, without separating, she backed toward the bed, pulling me with her, keeping her grip on my prick. She fell backward across the bed and I stayed right with her while she rolled and slid to the center of the bed and opened her legs wide and placed the head of my dong between the lips of her juicy cunt.

“Let it go the rest of the way by itself,” she whispered, bridging herself and lifting her hole to enclose my manhood.

I extended my loins slowly forward, and once again the illusion of fucking Anita for the first time returned as it slid slowly into her until our hairs met and interlaced in rapturous greeting. Thus imbedded in the richness of her lush young body, I lowered my head and kissed her nipples slowly, moving from one to another and back again and toying with those marvelous gobbets of flesh that seemed to disappear into her torso when I released them from my grip.

Anita ran her fingers through my hair and stirred ever so slightly downstairs and began kissing my throat and shoulders, emitting little sighs of sheer delight. The next time she shifted her dripping cunt, I shifted with her, and then the game of love was joined. Her arms went tight around my chest as the action got underway. Her dark eyes glazed with passion and her breathing became short and sharp with arousal. She began to rotate her cunt even as she thrust and withdrew it, and I let her take the lead and moved with her as her excitement mounted rapidly. My own was not far behind.

She cried, “Jem… Jesu… Jem…as her orgasm gripped her and began to move convulsively, so wildly that I feared she would lose me entirely. It was time to take charge again. I grabbed the backs of her thighs and doubled her legs back, rolling her halfway up beneath me. Her cunt was still bobbing and thrusting wildly like some maddened little animal, so I pulled all the way out and she screamed her disappointment and frustration. “Don't… not now… you can't leave me now…!”

I let her dangle for a moment, enjoying the view of her creaming cunt. Its lips quivered as the motion came to a slow stop… then they actually seemed to reach outward for the dripping dong whose head remained a tantalizing half inch out of their reach.

“Please!” she gasped. “Por favor… por favor…

She knew who was master now. I drove into her all the way with every ounce of force I possessed and rolled my prick around in her depths. She emitted another little scream as I jammed my dong through her tender cunt tissues and then the scream became a sobbing moan of sheer delight.

Her cunt began bobbing and rolling wildly again, and I pulled out all but an inch of prick and she slowed down… then I jammed it in hard again. Even though the sex madness holding her in its grip, Anita got the message and let me run the show. Nor, as it turned out, was she sorry, for I surpassed myself. I laid it into her time after time, using my grip on her thighs to regulate her crotch to suit my fancy. Then I let it rest all the way in and manipulated her cunt to suit myself… with little rotations and sideways motions that made her let go of my chest and beat the side of the bed with the flat of her hands.

Then I released her left thigh and began rubbing her arsehole with my right hand, fingering the tight little ridge-rim of the rectum and feeling her body jump as if I had stuck a live wire into it. This set my jizzum to surging, and I held her tight against my chest… she was already crying with the violence of her coming and locked arms and legs around me as we began to buck and roll while her narrow bed, unused to such weight and action, began to creak a chorus to each doublethrust.

This time, when my sperm poured into her flooding crater, it seemed as if my orgasm lasted forever… though it could not have endured more than ten seconds or so by the clock. She opened her eyes and looked at me with sheer love making her glow all over and whispered, “That's one, darling Jeff.”

I said, moving gently within the wetness of her depths, “I didn't know I had that one in me.”

She giggled, responding gently to my motions, then stiffening in an afterclimax. Then she said, “Maybe you didn't but I sure knew I had it in me.”

I had the feeling that I could go all night… and, as things turned out, I was right. But not with Anita…

Another voice spoke from the doorway on my left, a deeper, familiar feminine voice with a husky undertone that reeked of sexiness. It said, “Would you mind very much if I cut in for the next dance?”

Missie was standing there, her silhouette outlined in gold by the hall light behind her. She was naked, covered only by the two hip-length braids of long, thick, heavy black hair that seemed to detour gently around the huge mounds of her breasts.

If Anita had cantaloupes, her mother had honeydews, large and lush and as firm as those of a teenager, although she had to be at least in her early thirties to have had Anita. Where Anita was a budding flower that promised tropical prodigality, Missie was the flower in full bloom… mature perfection.

Anita said only, “Oh, Mother…!” Then, like an obedient child she pulled herself out of my embrace and scrambled from the bed, standing before her parent like some ancient slave-girl awaiting chastisement.

But Missie merely regarded her with an enigmatic sort of half smile, then said, “You're more woman than I thought, child.”

Anita said, “How long have you been watching?”

Missie shrugged and said, “I have been awake.”

“Then why didn't you let us know?”

“I was always brought up to believe that it is the worst of bad manners to interrupt.”

She came to me, took me by the hand, gently but firmly led me from the bed. A wave of exotic jasmine perfume all but overwhelmed me, perfume worn like an almost visible aura of allurement. I followed her gaze to my sopping cock, which had wilted and dangled, soft and harmless looking, from my loins. She gave my hand a squeeze and said, “Don't worry… it will recover.”

I wanted to tell her I wasn't worried, but somehow I found myself unable to say anything. As we moved past Anita, Missie lifted her free hand and gave her daughter something, saying, “Use it if you must… that's all you left for me after drugging me at dinner.”

“But, Mother, that was a mistake.”

Missie said, “That I intend to find out right now. Enjoy yourself, darling. I fully intend to.”

I looked quickly back at Anita, who was standing there stupidly, regarding the gift her mother had thrust into her hands. It was a thick candle, its surface aglitter with grease. Then Missie was leading me toward the immense bed in her own room, and I had not time to think about Anita or anyone else.

Until Missie took me away from her daughter, I had not yet associated fucking with manhood. Thus far, it had been little more than a game I had suddenly found myself playing with my sisters… by far the most exciting and pleasant sport I had ever known… but still just a game for kids.

It was Missie, my stepmother, who initiated me into the fuller meanings of sex that wild and wonderful night. The first thing she did after leading me into the big bedroom where we kids had fucked and sucked the night before was to take a look at me. Her sexy nostrils arched as she caught the aroma of used sex, and she shook her head with a smile that was sad as if she were remembering some of her own teenage sex games. Then she said, “Jeff, the first thing we're going to do is get you ready for love.”

She led me into the bright yellow-tiled bathroom along side the bedroom and ushered me into the stall shower, pulling a fuzzy bathing cap over the braids she had piled high on top of her head. Then she turned the water on both of us, full and hot.

Standing next to that marvelous adult female body, I was paralyzed. Her skin, with the water splashing off its pearly curved surfaces, was as lustrous as highly polished dark ivory. Her cheekbones stood out in fascinating exotic angles and her long tilted dark eyes glittered with magic, even as the lateral cunt shape of her mouth was drawn back over shining white teeth in a smile of sheer sensual amusement.

She sensed my paralysis and moved against me and, with a well-soaped sponge cleansed my body of the sweat and sperm and sex sap that covered it. The warmth of the water plus the nearness of her nude body to mine began to stir my loins with renewed excitement. Because I had always thought of her as treetop tall, I felt pleasurable surprise to discover that her eyes were level with my shoulder and that I was large enough and strong enough to bend her to my will as easily as I could her daughter. This knowledge gave me assurance in what had seemed to be a potentially difficult situation.

She noted my arousal and took my swelling cock in one hand and regarded its growth with interest, then washed it and the balls below with the sponge, squeezing it gently… just enough to add a further inch to its growth. Then she turned off the water and dried my body, again giving special attention to my prick, which was rising as high as it ever had in my life. Then she poured some sort of fragrant oil over me and quickly and gently rubbed it in. Then she dried me again and then… only then… did we get into the big bed together.

Even driven as she must have been by the Spanish fly she had received by mistake, Missie was not a woman to hurry love for quicker gratification. She had me lie down on my back and then, kneeling beside me, proceeded to work on my already distended cock. She kissed it and licked its shaft and sucked its crown, then massaged it so expertly that it grew visibly thicker under the urgency of her fingers, then sucked it again, slowly and with tremendous strength of lips and jaws, to add extra millimeters to its length. Then, and only then, did she call post-time for our first fucking.

Her educated fingers still working busily on my rampant dong, she straddled me gracefully after placing a thick pillow beneath my buttocks. She lifted the most fascinating female rump I had ever seen and then, ever so slowly, lowered her cunt upon the crown of my cock, slowly pushing down until it entered a richly creaming round box and then continuing to work into it with a continuous wriggling motion until I was in her all the way.

A look of surprise crossed her beautiful face as our first union was completed and she murmured, “Madre Dios! You're bigger than your father…!”

I said, “That's because I eat my Wheaties.”

Again, astonishment flickered across her face.

Then it grew stern and she slapped me gently across the face and said, “This is not a time for jokes.”

But I could feel the body whose hips I was gripping shake with laughter and was bewildered by the contradictions of this first full-grown female I had ever fucked. For a moment, I was shot down and my prick began to wilt inside her. She felt it and, without visible movement, began to tighten her cunt muscles rhythmically, causing intense excitement to my cock and making it expand explosively to a point even further within her than previously.

She said, “You're quite a boy, Jeff,” and, if her tone and manner were not patronizing, mockery lay in them. She was determined to put me down even while she enjoyed me, to keep me in my place as just a kid who was fun for her to fool around with while the big cat was away.

Yet I had learned enough in the tumultuous three days and nights since Anita took my cherry out on the reef in the water… enough to know from a half dozen little signs that Missie was on the very edge of an explosive orgasm. It was evident to my newly trained ears in her voice, it was visible in the glaze of her tilted black eyes, it was tangible in the tightening of her buttocks and in the tiny spasms my prick could feel pressing on it from its lodgement deep within her tunnel of love.

I determined right then to bring her on quickly even against her will. There had been nothing competitive in my fucking the girls… we had all been in the game together, seeking every possible form of fucking fun. But fucking with Missie was very much something else, not only a matter of fulfillment as a female but an expression of the arrogant power of her beauty and sensuality… an instrument to make her the master of any male she chose to find her pleasure with.

Bring her on… but how? I remembered her daughter's explosive reaction to having her tits sucked while she was being fucked. So I tried it on Missie. Pulling on those sweet-scented honeydews was sheer heaven, and I sought to amplify the impact of my lips and tongue and teeth by squeezing their undersides gently. I might as well have been fondling the boobs of a store-window dummy as far as getting the response I sought was concerned.

I remembered how Darlene had spun into orbit when I diddled her clitoris while my dong was imbedded in her up to the hilt… and I dug a forefinger into where the roots of my cock were absorbed in her sweet clinging chamber of delight and diddled the button.

Missie went into a little samba motion with her cunt and murmured, “Mmmm… nice, darling!” But she didn't take off.

I remembered how Francie had detonated when I dug my thumbs into her arsehole and tried to get into her crack from behind. At first, Missie refused to cooperate, and I though I was onto something… but then, with a flicker of tolerant boredom, as if to say, “Let the child have his fun if he likes it that way,” she lifted her rump and let me poke around the puckered rim of her bunghole. Nothing!”

I remembered how little Jean had reacted… but Jean had reacted extravagantly to each and every form of sexual stimulation I had tried on her, so that was no help.

I looked up at Missie, riding me astride with the casual arrogance of a born rider who knew every conceivable trick her mount might try to unhorse her. She was onto my little game and had no intention of letting me get the whip hand over her.

Her control was absolute and I could tell she was enjoying a rigid orgasm by the way she was creaming around my cock in her cunt, by the way her sex sap was flooding out through the tiny spaces between prick and labia and making our crotches sticky-slippery. But she was going to make me sweat for a real reaction until she was good and ready to indulge in one herself.

This was not my idea of the game at all… I felt I had to get control of her or I was lost in that already turbulent household. Missie was a darling stepmother and I loved her dearly, but she had one fault… she liked to run the whole show and dominate everyone around her. '

Let her win this first bout between us, and I was as good as dead… she'd be dictating not only my sex life but the color of my socks and what I did with my weekly allowance. I began to feel desperate, because I was going to have to have action quick or I'd be coming without any action at all… the worst way next to a dry fuck. Even if she did start swinging, she'd be doing it as a favor to a fresh kid who'd got into her pants… not because she couldn't help herself. And that wouldn't do me any good, either.

There she sat, or rather squatted, with her hole full of my throbbing cock and her soul full of condescension… it was more than I could stand. Looking me right in the eye was her navel. Instead of being a tiny hole, like most people's, it stuck right out of her belly like a third tit. To me, just then, it looked like a third eye with the lids shut to hide the mockery behind them. Its very protuberance was the ultimate mark of her sexual smugness.

Filled with despair and frustration, I lifted my head, pulled her torso toward me, and put my mouth against the odd little mound in her flesh. Then, in an excess of torment, I bit it. Not hard… I didn't have to. In fact, the instant my teeth touched the flesh of it, Missie blew higher than a whole squadron of spaceships at liftoff. She gave a violent start and then great shudders passed through her entire body. Her face dissolved like a gelatin mask in the sun and through clenched teeth she uttered a wailed, “You've got it!”

I lifted my head and bit it gently again… and from then on, the floodgates were open. Suddenly, I was passionately enwrapped in a beautiful dolphin after a spell of playing with minnows. Missie could do more things with her cunt in five seconds than any of the other could do in a full minute. Talk about your educated cunts… she had a cunt with every postgraduate degree in the book. It went up and down, it went sideways, it went around in one direction and then in another, it swallowed me whole and spit me out, then swallowed me whole again.

Before I could take any defensive measures, my balls were firing jizzum into my tube and I was blasting away inside her guts as if I were trying to shoot a hole in the top of her womb. By this time, she was rocking and swaying on my loins, her terrific tits bobbing in all directions, her long black braids flying free and her bottom busier than a beaver in a spring freshet. When at last she was able to halt, she said, “You son of a bitch!”

I said, “You're speaking of my mother.”

She cuffed me gently for that and then said, “I don't know how you did what you did… but please don't tell anyone about it. I can promise, if you do, you'll be sorry.”

“I believe you, Missie… besides, why should I put anybody else onto such a wonderful thing?”

Her smooth strong hands caressed my face. She said, “That's awfully sweet, Jeff.”

I said, “Especially Cousin George.”

She wrinkled her beautiful nose and said, “I wasn't thinking of Cousin George… I'm afraid he was a mistake.”

She shifted her crotch on my loins and suddenly I knew she was going to get off and that I didn't want her to… not yet. To date, I still hadn't got my rocks off a second time in her cunt… yet she must have gotten hers a score of times during the action.

There was only one thing to do, so I did it… I bit her in the navel again.