My Sisters And I

FIVE

What happened next was like something out of the porn novels we pass around at school… I couldn't believe that my darling sisters were behaving the way they were. But I was loving it and them so much that I had to go along with their wanton play. Hell, I couldn't have stopped them if I'd wanted to… which I very definitely did not.

In her scramble to get my dong out of Darlene's dead cunt and into her own, Francie pushed the pillows from behind me and I went over on my back. My cock, still stuck in Darlene's dripping hole, was bent downward so far that I yelled with pain… but at last it came clear and waved upright in the warm air of that torrid bedroom.

Francie let out a little cry of triumph and crawled toward it on her hands and knees, her green eyes alight with anticipation… but she didn't make it. Not then… Anita, her beautiful boobs hanging like a pair of melons from her chest, beat her to it, grabbing my sopping cock by the base and popping the head of it into her full-lipped mouth.

Francie, frustrated and furious, cried, “It's my turn!” and began trying to push her older stepsister away, causing Anita to nip the tip of my rod and forcing me to push her off it. I got a handful of raven hair in my left fist and a handful of platinum-streaked gold in my right and pulled them apart. I said, “God damn it, girls, make love, not war.”

Sanity returned to their eyes and I let go of their hair and Anita said, caressing my jock with her hand to keep it alive and well, “He's right, pepita. But I've got to have it now or lose my mind.”

“It's my turn,” Francie repeated stubbornly.

“But you can't hold all of it yet,” said Anita.

“So what? It's my turn. And I want it just as much as you do.” Her lower lip trembled, and she looked about to cry.

“Make up your minds,” I said, feeling my over-exercised cock begin to lose some of its stiffness, despite the massage Anita was giving it.

She felt it, too, and apparently that decided her. Pushing Francie away, she mounted me and inserted my dong in her juicy cunt, wriggling there briefly to restore its full life.

Francie began to cry, like a child deprived of its lollipop, and Anita reached out and hugged her close with one arm, all the time continuing a gentle jogging circular motion with her bottom to keep me gainfully employed within her.

Then she said, “It's all right, pepita… I'll take care of both of us.”

She rolled us over sideways, still vertical to my body and still impaled fully by my dong. Then she had Francie arrange herself so that she had her beautiful hot face right against my kid sister's crotch. Francie was facing me, on her side, and before she buried her tongue in the kid's steaming hole, Anita said, “You two embrace and complete the triangle.”

Francie's strong little arms went around my neck and her tear-salted lips met mine and our tongues mingled. I felt a spasm run right through her body as Anita applied her tongue to Francie's clit, and then I began thrusting with my jock as my stepsister went into a series of motions with her cunt designed to do us the most good.

Maybe it was changing cunts in midstream, maybe it was the novelty of the exercise, but before we had been engaged this way for two minutes, I felt my own juices rising fast and pumped jissum into Anita's cunt with every ounce of strength my loins possessed. She wriggled like a gaffed eel and did something that caused Francie's little body to convulse in my arms while her lips pressed even further into mine and her tongue danced an erotic fandango inside my mouth.

Talk about terrific sensations… I felt as if I was riding a jeep through the clouds. But it soon became apparent that it was not going to last. Despite this terrific stimulation, my jock had had it for the time being.

Despite Anita's most frantic gyrations, my rod slowly expired in her hot little hole, gradually wilting away until it became merely a mushroom. My stepsister pulled her head out of Francie's busy crotch and cried, “For Christ's sake, Jeff darling, suck me if you can't fuck me. I'm up the wall right now. Don't leave me hanging again.”

I owed it to her and rolled out of her saddle and reversed my body on the sodden, tumbled sheets. Anita spread her glistening crotch wide before me, her open cunt a mass of rich white gravy. I really understood for the first time, why a woman's sex sap is called cream. I spread her knees even wider as she went on nibbling at Francie's little clit and bent my head to the feast. I could barely make out the knob of her clit beneath the heavy layer of cream that covered it. I could smell the steamy, sweet-sharp sex aroma that rose from her dripping orifice and put my tongue to work, licking her clit clear of its rich covering.

She gave vent to a muffled moan and her bottom began to bob up and down as I got to work. To my surprise, I found the taste of pussy juice, spiked by my own jizzum, exciting. It was as if I were really getting to Anita's very heart and, for this reason, it was a more intimate act than fucking. To put it bluntly, I loved sucking almost as much as I loved fucking.

After I got her winging, I began to fool around. I pulled in my tongue and nibbled at her clit, nipping it gently and then spreading my attentions to the labia that surrounded it. I worried them like a dog worrying a juicy bone and was rewarded by feeling her body quiver convulsively.

Then I lowered my aim and raked my tongue upward over her tight little arsehole and felt her jump as if she had just received an electric shock as the contact was made. Then I took my hands from her knees and spread her labia with my thumbs and jammed my tongue as far up into her quivering cunt as I could.

When I was younger, the kids at school used to kid me about my long tongue, calling me “Frog” and “Toad.” As a result, I have always been kind of ashamed of it… but not any more as I felt Anita's response to its thrust. Her whole spine stiffened with the jolt of its pleasure and I heard her cry out, “Jesu Maria!” and then, “Jesus, darling, it's too much!”

She began to scream that I was “killing” her, but I kept at it and she kept at little Francie until I thought my tongue was going to fall out of my mouth. So I topped her off with a few gentler licks and rolled clear of the game. I grabbed a pillow and thrust it under my head, turned three-quarters face down on the messed-up top sheet and slept.

How long I slept I have no idea, but the light had softened when I opened my eyes and it was evidently early evening. At first I had no idea where I was or what was going on, but a delightful feathery sensation from my cock restored my awareness. I looked down and there was Francie's sunstreaked blonde head bobbing up and down as she sucked on my rod. I could feel the stir in my loins as it slowly reached full erection once more and then Francie lifted her head and her green eyes looked up questioningly into mind. I nodded, and she scrambled aboard with a soft little sigh of delight as she crammed my rampant cock into her thoroughly lubricated little cunt.

As I moved to take a grip on her loins, my elbows hit yielding flesh on either side of me, and I discovered that Anita and Darlene were both sound asleep. Francie, squatting impaled on my cock, wrinkled her nose at me as she followed my gaze and I had to laugh, she looked such a perfect little cherub there above me.

Still half asleep, I wondered if I weren't still dreaming. Only a little more than two days ago, I had been a virgin, my prick still unfledged and innocent of the heaven that is inside a woman's cunt. Now, here I was, virginity blessedly gone in the most delightful manner imaginable, in a situation the most successful veteran sensualist might well envy. On one side of me lay, naked, the most provocative brunette I had ever known, a lushly endowed little senorita whose innate lusts at least matched her sultry beauty… on the other lay my favorite redhead, a sweet-smelling, wildly responsive teenager with the most excitingly available cunt in the world… on top of me a green-eyed and exquisite little Lolita gasped and panted in breathless delight as she slaked her sexual thirsts upon my penis, using her hot little cunt with an ingenuity that denied both her mere fourteen years and her inexperience.

By way of adding spice to the wooing, as the old song has it, two of these girls were my sisters, the third my stepsister. Thus we were all joyous conspirators against one of mankind's oldest and most stringently kept sexual laws… that brothers and sisters may cohabit only under the threat of instant and eternal damnation. Finally, add the fact that the four of us were alone on the island free from all threat of interruption for at least seventy-two hours to come… and it is small wonder that I had trouble for a few minutes trying to determine whether I was awake or having an incredible wet dream.

Now that she knew she could hold everything I had to offer, little Francie went at fucking me with an assurance and abandon that had been lacking before… and she added a few flourishes which revealed she had not been wasting her days dreaming of dolls. As she lifted herself rhythmically from my loins, she reached down with tiny fingers and massaged the base of my rod delicately with tiny fingers, sending voluptuous chills up my spine before sliding her suffusing love tunnel down all the way once more.

But within minutes we were both too absorbed in the act of fucking for such sophisticated bits of by-play. Green as I was at the sport of copulation, it was rapidly becoming evident to my roiling senses that little fourteen-year-old Francie was going to be one of the most terrific pieces of tail in the world.

She went at it with an eager joyousness and a desire to give as well as to take that made her an astonishingly adept bedmate even at this early stage of her development. She liked having my cock deep in her guts so much that it was impossible to consider fucking her a sin… indeed, as her present partner, I was more fucked against than fucking.

She had the knack of control which I was beginning to learn was all important to sexual compatibility… she managed to hold in through a succession of minor orgasms until my prick was bucking like a rodeo stallion within her… and then joined me in a tremendous explosion that seemed to engulf the entire glittering galaxy in a novalike explosion of total voluptuous delight.

“Don't give up the ship, darling Jeff,” she gasped as, drained for the moment, I lay still beneath her… and then began rocking back and forth on my jock until its threatened subsidence was a thing of the past and it was jousting again in her cunt fully armed.

I felt and heard stirrings on either side of me and then, from Anita, an admiring, “Look at that little bitch go!”

From the other side, Darlene said, “Jesus, I wonder where she picked it up?”

Anita said, “From darling Jeff, of course… it wouldn't be difficult.”

Darlene said, “Well, remember, we taught him what he knows.”

Anita said, “But the little one is showing me some things I never knew before.”

Darlene said, “I can't stand much more of this. Come over here, Anita.”

As she rose and scrambled around the big bed with her beautiful boobs bouncing up and down on her chest, Anita laughed and said, “And I used to think you hated me.”

“I did, darling.” Darlene held out her arms to embrace my stepsister and pull her down on the bed with her. “But only because I was jealous.”

“You're not jealous anymore?”

“No, Anita… I'm only jealous of you when darling Jeff is fucking you. Just as I'm jealous of Francie now.”

“You and me both!” Anita giggled irresistibly and I heard rustling sounds alongside of me. I turned my head to see what was going on and looked straight into Anita's great dark eyes. She was looking at me from between Darlene's thighs, and her tongue was stuck deep in my oldest sister's cunt.

When she saw I was looking at her, she winked, then shut both eyes tight in a spasm of rapture as Darlene did something with her tongue to Anita's hole. I turned back to Francie, who had paused between orgasms, still perched pertly on my cock, to view her sisters' tongue-work.

I had mostly been lying back, taking it easy and letting Francie carry the ball… but now, inspired by sight of what Darlene and Anita were engaged in, I felt moved to take back the initiative. If I didn't, I reasoned, the little whippet would have the Indian sign on me for the rest of our lives… and I didn't want that. She could be capricious enough at times without making me sit up and beg.

So I rolled her under me without warning, and this time I didn't make any effort to keep my full weight from falling on her. She uttered a sort of a glugging sound, but then her cunt went into a frantic dance that had me hanging on to stay in the game. She was rolling back and forth beneath me and I was afraid my cock would slip out of her tight little cunt, so creamed was she becoming.

I made a grab for her thigh with my right hand… to discover that her widely parted legs were raised stiffly in the air and that she was holding them rigid with her hands clasped around her knees while she rolled us both from side to side.

Rolling was okay for Francie, maybe, but it wasn't doing much for me. I got my hands inside hers and broke her hold on her knees… but she clasped her arms tight around my chest and locked her legs around my waist with her heels digging into my buttocks and went right on rolling us until I thought my dick would break right off in her cunt.

There was only one thing for me to do… roll with her, and I did it. Once abandoned to the wild motion, I discovered that we could keep the rocking, pistonlike plumbing of cock and cunt going at the same time, as long as we maintained a regular rhythm.

Little by little, my own climax approached, coming on slowly but with an intensity of feeling I had yet to experience… and then it was bursting out of me with express-jet speed, and I was flooding the little Lolita a second time with my splashing sperm.

I hung on in Francie until at last she came down from wherever she was and her breathing became normal. Then we parted and she held my wet, flaccid prick in her little hand and reached up with her lips to kiss me fondly and said, “I liked it that way best of all… with you on top and pounding it into me.”

I said, “I was afraid my weight would be too much for you. I didn't want to crush you.”

“But that's what made it so wonderful,” she said, her green eyes shining. “Being crushed by you gave me the most wonderful feeling… all over.”

I touched her still-wet pussy and explored its relaxed gateway gently with a forefinger. I said, “I thought this was what counted.”

She said, hugging me close, “It feels wonderful there, too… no matter how we do it. But with you really bearing down on top, it sends me all over.”

The other girls finished their sucking session then with much grunting and snorting and thrashing about of limbs as they convulsed together. Her lovely face aglow with sweat and pussy juice, Anita brushed a wayward strand of raven hair out of her eyes and lifted her head from its nesting place in Darlene's crotch.

She said, “Whew! I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm going for a swim. I feel like a popcorn ball on a hot day… with molasses running all over me.”

We went down to the beach in the twilight, not bothering about swimsuits or towels. The water was caressingly warm and cleansing, and we romped in it joyously in a welter of free-floating boobs and buttocks, in which my cock and balls joined the collection.

Sportiveness yes… but sex no. We were all fucked and sucked out and temporarily happy to be relieved of the weight of our driving lusts. We were also starved… none of us having eaten since breakfast.

Walking back to the house dried us and I sat down at the kitchen table and took it easy while my sisters busied themselves getting something to eat. Missie had left a huge meat loaf loaded with chili in the refrigerator, and there were the makings of a salad plus frozen steak-house fried potatoes. Darlene tended to the meat and potatoes while Anita played saladmaker, once letting a nipple drop into the dressing as she stirred it.

Francie disappeared briefly and came dancing back with a near-full half-gallon bottle of my father's vodka… supposedly kept under strong lock and key since Cousin George got Darlene and me in such trouble only the year before. I looked at it doubtfully, as did Darlene, neither of us wishing a repetition of the penalties we had had to pay for that indiscretion.

“Better put it back before Dad finds out it's missing,” she said.

Francie placed it in the center of the table and tossed her angelic golden curls. She said, “I'm not putting this back. For one thing, what good's a party without booze? For another, I've had this put away ever since Dad and Missie threw that big bash for Cousin George's parents last month.”

“You sure they don't know you've got it?” Darlene asked.

“You haven't heard them ask about it, have you?” said Francie, all injured innocence.

That was good enough for me. I reached for the bottle, pulled it toward me, uncapped it, sniffed… and promptly gagged.

“Not that way, silly,” said Francie, taking the bottle back. “Here… I'll get glasses and mix.”

We sat around and sipped vodka and Seven Up while the meat loaf warmed. It was a wonderful, relaxed time, and the alcohol cut the edge of our hunger. We laughed with sheer joy at our wonderful time of unhampered freedom… and then, suddenly, Darlene's nostrils widened as she sniffed and said, “Anita… the meat loaf… it's burning!”

Uttering a squawk of alarm, my stepsister leapt up and scurried across the room in a flurry of buttocks and boobs. She opened the oven door and checked the meat loaf, which was smoking, bending over to do so.

From where I was sitting, it was a direct eyeshot to her sable-rimmed cunt as she busied herself with the basting spoon… and I discovered that I was not quite as free from desire as I had believed myself minutes earlier.

In fact, my cock began rising of its own volition until its head rose above the level of the kitchen table. Sitting across from me, Francie's green eyes widened, then narrowed as she saw my erection and turned to follow the direction of my gaze. Darlene, at one end of the table, was chattering away about something I wasn't listening to and apparently saw nothing of what was going on.

When Francie turned back, her cherub lips were curled in a smile of pure mischief. She pointed a forefinger down at my rampant prick, then gestured behind her toward Anita and made a fist of her other hand, jamming the finger inside it and making unmistakable fucking motions.

It was more than I could resist. As I got up and started across the kitchen, I caught sight of an astonished Darlene looking up and around to follow my progress… but not for long, since my attention was riveted on my lush cunt of a target. As I came up behind her silently, Anita pushed the oven door shut. She was still bent over and there was that heavenly hole gaping right in front of my dick… in another second she would be straightening up and the fragrant opportunity would be gone. I grabbed both sides of her pelvis and pulled her back toward me as I poked my prick forward, crouching a little to make sure it scored a true bullseye. It did… onward and inward all the way.

Anita let out a squawk that would have done a parrot proud, and her basting spoon flew through the air to bounce off the far wall. Then she spread her feet wider and grabbed her ankles and began to rotate her beautiful rump to give us both a maximum of enjoyment.