My Sisters And I

ELEVEN

Her beautiful jaws set like granite as she sought to control the waves of passion that were sweeping through her body. I could feel her quiver beneath my hands on her hips, and where our crotches met she felt like a vibrator.

Through her teeth, she murmured, “You little bastard!” and, with a tremendous effort of will, she seemed to be regaining self-mastery… so I removed one hand from her hips and diddled her navel gently with the tip of a forefinger.

That did it! She uttered a sharp little shriek that became a long, low moan of despair and delight blended in equal quantities… and then became a groan of ecstasy as her entire being became a bottomless well of unbearable rapture.

If her previous detonation had been a hurricane, her second coming was a tornado of sheer unadulterated sex. Her tilted eyes glazed again as the giant orgasm took over. Beneath her dark tan, the darker area around her erect nipples spread until it seemed to cover most of her breasts. Her heaving body grew mottled with the flush of utter abandonment to voluptuous delight.

As for the action of her cunt when the frenzy gripped her, so much happened so fast that I can only say that I seemed to be fucking all the women in the world at one time. For one delicious bit, she flattened her breasts against my ribs with a wonderfully squishy impact each time she drove her creaming coozie crashing down on my loins, devouring my prick completely with the voracious mouth in her crotch. It was straightaway upside down fucking and I shot my wad into her depths and she hugged me tight, wriggling, until her tremendous spending began to subside… then kissed me and sat up. I felt my cock begin to wilt in the stillness and didn't want to leave that magnificent haven yet… so I gave her belly button another twist and she was off to the races a third time, leaning backward on my reburgeoning cock and going around and around like a mixmaster.

I knew I wouldn't come for a long time yet, so I let her have her fun until the bending backward bit began to make my dong ache. Then I sat up and grabbed her heaving torso and pulled her close and rolled her underneath and really took charge of the game.

Just having all that wonderful white hot mess of woman beneath me was the most exciting thing that had happened to me since Anita grabbed my cherry out on the reef… and having my cock buried in her guts made the whole world light up. I varied my attack, coming into her first from one side, then from the other, then from the bottom, then from the top… and her cunt responded, leaping in perfect harmony with my dong, making my entire body sing with hers.

Then I rolled and she rolled with me and her legs rose up in the air and she grabbed her thighs and held them there, wriggling her rump in utter delight like a perpetual motion machine. I began rolling her from side to side and she began to utter long, keening sounds like a woman in mortal anguish.

She had a cunt to match the rest of her… which meant only terrific. It was perfectly placed, dead center in her crack, and the clitoris was well up front, but not so far that it needed diddling during a fuck like Darlene's to give her the full double orgasm that makes women the happiest. It was long, but not so long that my crown failed to pierce the flanged gates of her womb when I plunged it all the way inside… yet it had lips almost like Francie's that gripped my scrotum and threatened to engulf my balls, and it exuded the sweet-sticky sex sap that bound our loins together like glue.

Somehow, during this incredible action, I remembered that Missie had been a dancer, I decided to try something. I knew I was going to be shot down when this one was over, and I wanted to make it memorable for both of us.

So when my time got real close, I broke her hold on her legs and seized them myself, just inside the knees, and, while her cunt convulsed like no tomorrow, I forced her thighs further and further apart, until they were flat against the sheet, at right angles to her heaving torso… doing a perfect split.

Then, while she moaned and cried and pummeled me with insensate fists, I held her there while I pulled my dripping dong out of her whirlpool of pleasure to give it a brief respite before plunging back in for the final assault on the citadel of delight, leaving the tip just close enough so that she could barely brush its crown with the outer edges of her whirling labia.

“You're killing me, you bastard… you're killing me!” she gasped. “Put it in again or I'll die.”

For the moment, the air felt good on my prick, which had been buried in Missie for a long time… while she squirmed and thumped and thrust vainly beneath me to regain its solace within her, and, enjoying this part of the action, I could see the great spreading wet spot on the sheet beneath where our fucking pieces had fused.

She tried to grab my cock with both hands to stuff it back into her, but I took evasive action in time and the position in which I was holding her prevented her from getting a grip on it.

“Jesu!” she gasped. “Por favor, Jeff… I'm dying?”

It was time; I lowered my loins until my cock was lined up perfectly with the quivering, creaming cunt that lay entirely exposed in front of it… then let her have it, dead center and all the way up. She uttered a cry of relief and delight and her fingernails dug into my buttocks as she grabbed them tight to draw me into her still further and to prevent me from withdrawing again.

My withdrawal enabled me to gorge myself a few minutes longer on the feast of fucking that was my stepmother, and the action was best of all… but finally I could hold back no longer, and, letting go of her legs, which snapped around me like coiled springs, I dug so far into her that, when the sperm finally spurted, I felt as if I was firing it into her beautiful throat.

I lay within her, half cocked, while she came down from whatever cloud she was riding, and did not give her navel a third workout… it could have killed both of us. I knew her secret and that was enough, and she knew I knew it and that was even better. She'd never be able to look at me, or even think of me, again without starting to cream. My sex education might have begun late, but I had certainly had a crash course in fucking… enough to learn that much anyway.

When the glaze left her lovely eyes and my once-proud cock was a button mushroom barely containable by her labia, she stirred and kissed me tenderly and crooned over me like something precious and said, “Jesu, darling Jeff, what am I going to do with you?”

I slipped my hand between our bellies and let a finger drift close to her navel. She convulsed and cried, “No, darling, not again. I mean it.”

I said, “But I was just getting warmed up,” and she reached for my wilted prick and diddled it and we looked at each other and laughed aloud and I knew what we felt was love. Then she detached herself from me and our separation was like peeling a mustard plaster, so effectively had our sex glue bound us together.

She sat up and stretched and regarded herself in the mirror and pouted and said, “Jesu, I'm a mess!”

Then she froze, and I followed her gaze in the mirror and turned my eyes toward the door. Crowded in its arched opening were, not necessarily in that order, Jean and Francie and Darlene and Anita and Cousin George. Their eyes were popping and their mouths were hanging open along with everything else, for they were still stark naked… everything but Cousin George's tortured prick, which still rose valiantly toward the ceiling.

“My God!” cried Missie, “Maybe Jeff and I should sell tickets, How long have you been there?”

“Long enough,” said Darlene.

Cousin George looked angry and miserable.

He said, “Why in hell couldn't you keep your big prick out of her?” pointing toward Missie. “Why didn't you leave her alone?”

He was close to tears… come to think of it, Cousin George had had his problems the past twenty-four hours or so and still had them, if the continuing stiffness of his prick meant anything… for once.

Missie said, “If your father were here, he'd give you all a whipping.”

Anita said, “Maybe he'd send us to bed… goodie!”

Little Jean stepped forward, naked and solemn, and said, “Dad wouldn't do anything, because he wouldn't know about it. Not after what I saw you and Cousin George do last night, and what you just did with darling Jeff. We won't tell him and you wouldn't dare.”

Missie dropped her head and cupped her face in her hands. Then she looked up at them and said, “Por Dios, what kind of family have we turned into?”

Darlene stepped forward and said, “A happy family… maybe the happiest family in the whole world. We love each other, all of us.”

Suddenly, Missie accepted it. She reached for a cigarette and said, “Well, I guess this bed is big enough for all of us.”

“That's good,” said little Francie, scrambling aboard with the others, “because we left all the other mattresses on the beach and we're too pooped to bring them up tonight.”

Missie said dryly, “I suppose they could use an airing after what you've been doing down there.”

Anita said, “Speaking for the mattresses on the beach, we're all taking a fifth.”

Missie smiled and hugged her daughter, then said, “Speaking of fifths, I think we should all have a drink. Anita…? You're not too pooped to bring a bottle from the kitchen? Don't bother with glasses.”

Anita brought a demijohn of Cuban rum and we all drank out of the wicker-covered jug and caressed fondly and talked all at once over the wonders of what had happened to us. Only Cousin George looked glum… and finally Anita took pity on him and said, fingering its rigid length, “We'll have to do something about this.”

“They gave me Spanish fly,” he said miserably.

“I know,” said Missie, looking at them again. “Don't ever do that again, Anita. Do you hear?”

“Yes, Missie,” she said. “I'm sorry… I won't do it again.”

“Besides,” said Missie, “I don't believe anybody in this family needs it.”

Then she bent to the task of nursing Cousin George's aching cock back to normalcy. She laid him out flat on his back like a patient in an operating room and examined his cock carefully, studying its color, which was a congested purplish red, testing the rodlike veins that swelled its sides, soothing him whenever she hurt his ultra-sensitive dick by stroking his belly until he relapsed to a whimper.

I almost felt sorry for the pimple-faced bastard. After all, he was my second cousin and, if he had got me into a lot of trouble in the past, he had more than made up for it when he fucked Anita beside me on the beach and opened up the golden vista of sexual discovery that had followed.

I wasn't even jealous when Missie mounted him, as she had mounted me an hour earlier, and slipped her sheath over his aching prick. Looking down at him, she said, “How does it feel now?”

He said, “Better,” in a sort of moan, then added, “But it kills me when I come.”

Over her shoulder, Missie said to Anita, “Never mix chili and cantharides, dear. The combination is enough to kill a man.”

She fucked him gently for a few minutes and he began to respond. But where Missie had been a raging erotic sex goddess with me, fucking in a Dionysiac frenzy, with Cousin George she was more like a nurse giving a treatment… in perfect control every millimeter of the way. I wondered what would happen if I were to give her navel a tweak… only wondered… but she caught my eyes on her belly and shook her head ever so slightly. I nodded… what I had discovered was to be our secret and ours alone.

Suddenly, his body began to convulse, and he began to utter those same screams of agony that had driven me from the orgy on the beach. Realizing that he was in terrible pain, Missie rolled her cunt around until he shot a load of jizzum into her, then pulled off quickly and grabbed his cock and began to suck it while the poor bastard flopped and floundered around like a beached porpoise.

As she pulled at his prick, his writhings and cries began to subside… and so did his agonizing erection. When at last Missie lifted her head from his prick, it had shrunk to its normal size and flopped over like a tiny beanbag once the support of Missie's mouth was removed.

She reached for a towel and spat a mouthful of blood into it… and I saw that there was still blood seeping from the tip of his prick where it lay in the nest of his pubic curls. She wiped her face clean and said, “You had to bleed or it might have lasted a couple of days. If it hadn't come out where it did, I'd have had to cut one of your veins… and that could cause serious damage.” She turned to the girls and said, “That's all an erection is, girls… blood.” Then, seeing their expressions, “Don't knock it. It's the best thing in a woman's life… but I see you already found that out for yourselves.”

She turned to Cousin George, said, “Dear, we're going to have to send you home. You mustn't do any fucking for at least two weeks and I don't think you could make it here.”

“Don't worry, Missie,” croaked Cousin George. “I don't want to fuck for a year.”

“It's not you I'm worried about.” She gave Anita a smack on her bare, round rump. Anita jumped and squealed and rolled away, landing with her head right next to my cock. She lay on her belly with her beautiful boobs flattened out by the sheet under her and took my limp prick and began to fondle it. It unfolded ever so little under this mild stimulation and the sensation was delightful… lazy, relaxed, as if my prick had a mind of its own and all the assurance in the world of a treasure house of erotic goodies in store for it.

When it had grown an inch more, Anita tossed back her raven locks and bent her head into my jock and took my tool into her mouth. Evidently, the operation Missie had just performed on Cousin George had inspired her to take the oral route with me, and I was not far behind her. My prick really snapped to attention, actually pushing Anita's head back as it uncoiled suddenly in her throat. I felt something soft brushing my right shoulder and discovered Darlene's soft red hair… she was watching what was happening with rising interest, her lush pink lips a mere halfturn of the head from mine. I turned and kissed them and our tongues went into their dance and she snuggled around so that my right hand slid naturally into her crack from behind and wriggled it until my middle finger had parted the lips of her cunt, then settled down with a happy sigh.

Darlene's interest was not the only thing that was growing, It was becoming evident that my cock thrived on a diet of exercise, for, despite the hard usage it had received over the past several days, it continued to grow eagerly until Anita could work no more than a third of it into her mouth without choking. She sucked the tip loudly and I could feel the coming congestion commence in my loins… meanwhile massaging the base gently and running her fingers up and down the seam along its bottom where the root of real sensation lies.

Darlene said, “My God… it's never been that big before. What's happened?”

I said, “I guess it improves with age,” but I knew who had induced the extra, added built-out goodness. My eyes met Missie's… she was curled up on a pillow, watching both our threesome and the antics of Jean and Francie, who had fallen to sucking each other off in lesbian fashion beyond Darlene… and she blinked at me solemnly.

Anita was wonderful at a rim job. Almost as great as her mother… almost. Given the time, she might make it… I had no doubt that she'd get the experience required for such mastery of lips and tongue and teeth. She could sense when I was ripe for detonation, too… and called a halt just as my prick began to vibrate with the preliminary tremors. Because of the way Darlene and I were lying while I finger-fucked her, it was impossible for Anita to fuck me front on, but she wanted my dong in her twat in the worst way and didn't let that stop her.

She rolled over and slid back toward me, presenting her rump to my cock and parting her beautiful rear mounds with her fingers so that her creaming cunt was right there. All I had to do was poke out my pelvis, and I was there. She wriggled her cunt down on it with a series of bumps and grinds a burlesque stripper would have been proud of, and, as we established our connection, Darlene's dear little cunny began to bob and weave and dip and whirl and emit a copious discharge of pussy juice. Her arms went round me and her dear body trembled as she came right there on my hand and whispered, “Darling Jeff… darling Jeff… we love you so much!”

Anita said, “Hey! What am I fucking… a piece of dead meat or what?”

Realizing that I had neglected her momentarily, I said, “Hang in there, tiger,” and got the action busier downstairs. Three good thrusts sent her into spasms of wriggling delight and I kept right on pounding it into her. Her buttocks thrust right back, giving measure for measure and thumping into my belly with an ever-rising tempo. She began to slip over the verge and moaned each time I hit bottom in her womb as if I was killing her… which I damn well wasn't.

This was no time for tricks… the position I was in was tricky enough. So I went right on banging her until that wonderful stuff came charging up through my cock and shot into the very core of her body. I left it in her until it came out of its own accord, and then Darlene wanted a replay. She was so sweet and so provocative about it that I couldn't deny her… but I was getting terribly tired. It took her twenty minutes to restore my cannon and get it armed. She wasn't quite as adroit at sucking me off as Anita had been, but she was terribly cute about it, soft and fun loving as a kitten. Still, twice, I almost dozed off while she was working on me, licking off Anita's sex sap and putting her saliva to the best possible employment. After a while, she got it up there and slid up alongside of me and then down, fitting my cock into that marvelously available cunt of hers without having to spread her legs. Bless her, she sensed my fatigue and made everything easy for me.

Missie watched from the head of the bed with three pillows piled up behind her, looking like a contented mother cat watching her kittens at play. When she saw Darlene's trick she said, “Mama mia, there's one I couldn't do. Are you sure you've got him in you?”

“All the way,” I said, but Missie refused to believe me and came down on her hands and knees and peered up the tangle of our legs until she was sure that my dong was really sunk in Darlene's dear little cunt. Even then she was reluctant to believe it and returned to her pillow perch, muttering something about “modern conveniences.”

When I finally juiced into Darlene, I was really shot down… in fact, the next thing I remember was waking up in the early dawn and finding Missie bending over me anxiously while she worked a coiled hand up and down my dick, which was morning stiff as usual. When she saw that I was about to speak, she said, “Shhhh!” holding a finger to her lips. She whispered, “Don't wake them up,” and I saw the dim shapes of my sisters and stepsister lying strewn around the bed.

Missie added, “I saw it sticking up and couldn't bear letting it go to waste. After all, I'm the one who got shorted last night.”

I pulled her close, reveling in the lush softness of her perfumed flesh, especially the softness of her cunt as she crushed it down and over my cock, absorbing it entirely. We rolled over on our sides with her arms and legs locked around me and her beautiful breasts flat on my chest and our bellies fitted as tight as our sex pieces.

She whispered, “Don't touch my button, darling…” and I nodded. Not only was I not up to such a workout at the time, but it would waken the sleepers. So we enjoyed a delicious lazy fuck and kept at it until I came twice more, by which time daylight was stirring outside and we fell asleep with my cock still imbedded in her creaming cunt.