My Sisters And I

SIX

If Darlene's cunt was readily accessible from the front, thanks to its advanced positioning, Anita's deep-set hole was an open pleasure portal from the rear. I had thought myself pretty well used up, but with those full beautiful bobbing buttocks right there against my belly, churning and thrusting in sudden orgasm, and the new feel of her tunnel of love approached from a reverse angle, I shot my wad into her guts in only a couple of minutes… and when I pulled my dripping rod out of my stepsister's still wriggling cunny, it remained as stiff as a ramrod.

Darlene's bright blue eyes were clouded with lust and she sprang from her chair and ran toward me across the tile floor, her small breasts bobbing up and down like a pair of tennis balls with their nipples sticking straight out in front of them. With a flying leap, she was in my arms, her red hair fanning out with her momentum, her arms clasping my neck and her long straight legs locking around my waist, her lips seeking mine avidly, and her thin little tongue darting between them.

The impact of her beautiful body all but knocked me flat on my arse… as it was, I staggered backward until my shoulder blades collided with the wall and steadied me. I grabbed her buttocks and parted them as she rammed her creaming cunt over my dick with a fierce downward thrust that engulfed it to the root.

Then she went into a grinding motion that threatened to twist it off at the base, tightening her already tight tunnel until I felt as if she were milking me like a cow. I uttered a cry of pain, but she refused to let up on me, saying through suddenly clenched teeth, her voice grainy with the effect of her ready climax, “Anything Anita does, I can do better, darling.”

I was still trying to push her away and my hands returned to her ass cheeks in an effort to loosen her up… but pry them apart as I would, she kept her cunt muscles tight until I felt I was being squeezed numb. In desperation, I dug both my forefingers into her tight little arse-hole and spread it open.

It was Darlene's turn to cry out in anguish and she gave a convulsive leap that drove her hard little breasts right into my ribs. But her cunt opened up and I was able to jam my suffering prick so deep into her that it was past the point where she could resume her squeezing bit. My oldest sister was one girl so narrowly constructed inside that she needed no extra constriction… at least when it was my cock that was plumbing her.

I let myself slide down the wall until I was sitting on the floor with my legs straight out in front of me and Darlene bobbing up and down on my prick like a yoyo. I was able to release her buttocks and, with one hand underneath her, was able to massage her rectum while, with the other, I gave her high little clit a workout.

She began to cry, “Oh, Jesus, Jeff darling… I can't stand it… you're killing me… you're tearing me in two.”

I stopped giving her the fringe finger benefits and lifted her rump off my cock in case I was really hurting her. But her cunt snapped down and engulfed my dong like an otter engulfing a fish and I knew I hadn't damaged her. Thanks to having speared Anita so recently, it took a lot longer with Darlene… and when I finally felt my jizzum begin to roil deep in my balls I felt very real relief and redoubled my efforts to get it over with. Darlene went into a super spasm, leaning back from me with her lips parted and her eyes half closed, uttering little moans of rapture with each fierce upthrust I gave her cunt and responding as fiercely in kind.

When I finally did come, I could actually feel my sperm ricochet from the top of her womb… and at the impact, her whole body went into a shivering convulsion that left her limp as a rag doll. She made no resistance when I gently pushed her off my cock and staggered to my feet. Before I could get back to the table, little Francie grabbed and cried, “It's my turn now.”

I said, “Honey, I can't. I'm shot down.”

She planted her little half-mature body in front of me and said stubbornly, “But I got it all started. I want to be fucked again, too. Feel.” She grabbed on of my hands and thrust it between her legs. Her little pussy was creaming so that her whole crotch was sticky-sweet. Then she grabbed my cock, which was hanging its head in utter exhaustion, and tried to work it up.

“It's not fair!” she repeated, her green eyes full of tears. “I'm in this as much as any of you.”

“In a little while,” I said. “I'm dead.”

“I can't wait!” she cried and went down on her knees and, taking my dripping wet cock in her hands, put its diminished head between her rosebud lips and began sucking and licking it… but just then nothing was of any avail. She pulled her mouth clear of its limpness, looking ready to cry like the little girl she still was, and then brightened and said, “Okay, Jeff, if you won't fuck it, suck it. I've tried with you.” She scrambled up on the table like a little brown monkey and lay on her back and doubled up her legs so that her suffusing pussy was right there at table's edge.

I looked at Anita and Darlene, and shook my head helplessly.

Anita pushed back a strand of coal-black hair from her face with the back of her wrist and said, “Oh, go ahead, Jeff darling.”

Darlene said, “Go ahead and suck her off. We won't be able to sit down until she's had it.”

“Stick it all the way in, Jeff,” said Francie, peering out at me through the window of her doubled-up legs.

She was so small that by holding her rump bottom and top between my hands, I was able to manipulate her entire body as easily as if it were a sack of meal. I lifted her cunt up a few inches and bent down to it sideways, lapping the cute little cunt and holding it inside my mouth while I nibbled at its circumference with my teeth.

Francie began to utter little cries of delight as voluptuous sensation flooded her and the sharp taste of her sex sap was sweet on my lips. She began to throb and bounce on the table top, and I had to use all the strength in my hands and forearms to keep her from rolling onto the floor.

Then I changed my grip and pulled her sweet little buttocks so far apart I thought her arse-hole would split, and her little red cunt, with its creamlike covering, was as open as it was going to get. Then I thrust my tongue into it as far as it would go and began vibrating its tip.

Francie let out a squawk like an impaled pullet and her doubled-back legs flew out and apart, all but knocking on my ear. But I got hold of them again somehow and worked my tongue in and out of her steaming, streaming cunt while she flopped around in the tablecloth, giving vent to little moans that were timed perfectly with my tongue thrusts.

After a few more minutes, Francie seemed to explode again, going into a sort of fit of passionate delight. Then she stiffened and lay still and I pulled out of her and went over to the sink and washed my face and prick and rinsed out my mouth. If I had felt exhausted the morning after Anita and Darlene first introduced me to the pleasures of fucking and sucking, I was truly a rambling wreck now. My cock felt numb and soaked through, anesthetized by the workouts and the drenching in body fluids it had received. The insides of my thighs felt sprung and my belly felt as if a herd of elephants had just trampled it in passing.

I was so weak I thought I was going to keel over in a faint when I finally got to sit down again. The girls cooed and clucked over me and actually took turns feeding me. I got a couple more drinks inside me and we all sprawled around in our delightful informal garb to let the sorely needed food digest.

Darlene said, “Come on, girls, we're all going to rest tonight. If we don't let up on darling Jeff, we're going to kill him… or do him real harm. I know it isn't going to be easy for any of us, but we've got to take care of him if we want to enjoy the rest of this summer.”

Anita said, “He's young enough and strong enough to take all we can give him.”

Francie said, “Jeff's going to be all right. He was just hungry.”

Anita said, “Darlene's right, Francie. Look at him!”

I had had all I could take. I got up and had to grab the table. The drinks had hit me like so many locomotives. I said, “I'm going to bed, kiddies. I'm pooped.”

They came along with me. Anita carried the big jug of vodka, saying, “If we can't fuck, we may as well get smashed.”

Darlene went along with her. How much they drank I didn't know then, because I went out like a light the moment my aching head hit the sex-damp pillow.

I had no idea what time it was when I woke up. Moonlight was slanting through the windows and tinting with eerie silver highlights the shadowed flesh tones around me. The bed was so rumpled it felt like an Indian fakir's bed of nails, and the air was warm and close in that semitropical climate. The stink of stale sweat and stale semen and stale sex sap from my three sisters was indescribable… nor did the smell of stale alcohol help. My skin felt crusty with salt and sperm and pussy juice and even my scalp was stiff with dried sweat.

The girls lay all around me in the big bed… Darlene on my left, flat on her back with the fingers of one hand caressing her cunt even in slumber. Anita lay huddled up in a ball of boobs and buttocks on my right with her head buried in a stinking pillow, one of those that had earlier served to prop up her dripping pussy when I fucked her there. Golden-haired little Francie lay curled up in a corner of the foot like a kitten with only the top of her beautiful head visible above the cradle of her forearms.

All at once a terrific wave of revulsion overwhelmed me… revulsion for sex, for my sisters, for what we had done with each other the past few days and nights. I had to get out of there, to cleanse myself, to be alone and free from any and all females for a bit.

Anita was snoring gently, and the others were breathing deeply and regularly in the sleep of exhaustion. I turned over gingerly so as not to wake any of them and slipped off the right side of the bed through the only breach in the barricade of female flesh that surrounded me… between Anita's trim little feet and the sleek curve of Francie's backside.

Then I tiptoed from the room and on through the house and out the front door and back to the beach. The night air was like warm velvet, so when I reached the water's edge, I plunged in. Though the water was warm, it was cooler that the air and purified my body in less than a minute of swimming through the silent Gulf… silent save for the splash of water churned to brief foam by my swimming.

With the crust of sweat removed, I felt almost human once more. I lay atop the water, floating on my back, letting the tide carry me halfway back to the beach, then rolled over and swam in the rest of the way with slow lazy strokes. When I stood up and shook some of the water off me, the air was welcome for its warmth. I filled my lungs with it three times and began to feel more like myself.

The water, the sand, the familiar clumps of yucca and the scrub pines and occasional palm trees beyond them, even the tiled roof of the house, just visible in the middle distance, looked mysterious and magical and under some sort of witch's spell. It was beautiful to be there, alone and naked, in the darkness, and I took a few more deep breaths just letting it seep through me.

Something moved in the shadow of the pines and I came alert as a dim figure detached itself from the darkness and came toward me. Then she stood dappled in moonlight through the trees and I saw that it was little Francie. When she saw me and came up to me, naked as I was, and pressed her body against me and reached upward with her tiny lips to meet mine.

Her skin felt sticky and foul, so I picked her up and carried her back into the water and dumped her with a splash and held her under a good thirty seconds. When she came up she was indignant and spluttering and said, “What did you do that for, Jeff?”

I said, “Because you stank… why do you think / came down here? I couldn't stand it when I woke up a little while ago.”

Her hair was plastered to her head like streaks of mud in the moonlight, but she pulled and shook it clear and then came close again and embraced me and said, “Do I smell better now?”

“You're okay,” I told her. I wasn't sure whether I wanted her there just then or not, so I kept it cool.

She sensed my mood and was troubled by it and said, “You're not sore because I followed you here, Jeff darling?”

“Not now,” I said. How could anyone be sore with my little sister, who looked like an angel and acted like one when she wasn't playing the irresistibly amorous cherub? I gave her childlike body a squeeze of affection, and she rubbed herself against me like a half-drowned kitten.

“I'm glad, darling Jeff,” she told me, her green eyes dark in the moon's shadow. “I love you so much I think I'd die if I even thought I'd offended you.”

“You couldn't offend me, darling,” I told her. “I love you, too.”

It was a mistake… or so I thought for a few seconds. She rubbed closer against me and did everything but purr to show her happiness. Then her little fingers slipped up on me under the water and grabbed my cock and began to diddle it gently. Lifting it above the surface so that she could see it, Francie murmured, “It's so beautiful, so lovely… how does it feel to be able to give all of us such pleasure with it?”

I said, wondering why I was unable to push her away, “It feels pretty good from my end, too, honey… but right now, it's not in shape to give anybody pleasure.”

I caught a glint of mischief in the eyes that glittered up at me. She said, “I'll bet I can fix it so it would give us both lots of pleasure, darling Jeff.”

I said, “Oh, Jesus, honey… not now… not yet. It's had a hell of a workout the last few days.”

But again I didn't pull clear or push her away and the little devil knew I couldn't do it. She squeezed my cock comfortably and then it gave the game of aloofness away completely… it began to grow under the ministrations of her knowing little fingers and palm.

She said, “Oh, darling… it's come to life!” Then she knelt in the water and put her mouth to it with only her nose and eyes above it and began the most delicious sucking action while one of her tiny hands caressed its base and the balls beneath and the other ran lively fingers up and down the crack of my arsehole.

I felt shivers chasing one another up my spine, and they weren't a result of a watery chill. Incredibly, I could feel a stir in my depleted loins and my cock gave a sudden jump outward and upward that carried it back above the surface, bringing the busy lower half of Francie's head with it.

She gave my dong a final smacking suck and she pulled her mouth clear of its head and, still holding it ready with one hand, said, “I watched you out here with Anita three afternoons back.”

I said, “I know… Darlene told me that night.”

She said, “I saw what you did to her. I want you to do it to me, too… just the way you did it to her.”

I tried to be sensible. I said, “Honey, I don't think I'm ready.”

“That's not what he's trying to tell us.” Triumphantly, she held my rampant cock above water. “Besides, you owe it to me.”

“How do you figure that?”

“In the kitchen… you fucked Anita and Darlene until you had nothing left for me.”

“But I sucked you silly, Francie.”

“Sucking's second best,” she said. “It doesn't really count unless I feel you spurt inside me. That's what I love the most.”

I knew I had let the game go along too far. I was past the point of no return myself. I said, “Okay then, you want it that way?”

“I want it that way.”

“Then come here.”

My cock was so stiff that it was actually hurting. If I didn't get it into Francie's sex box right then, I had a feeling it was going to hurt a lot more… so I didn't fool around, any more than I had fooled around with Anita when I rammed it into her from the rear when she was bending over the meat loaf in the oven.

So I grabbed her by the legs and pulled her to me, letting her fork herself around my middle and bring her cunt right up against my jock. The angle wasn't quite right, though, and my big stiff prick slid over its open and parted the wet fuzz on her mound.

Francie let out a gasp of alarm and grabbed it, pushing herself away and lowering my dong until I yelled from the pain. She got the head of my cock right against her opening and pushed at me. Just as I thrust forward at her with all my strength.

The water had dried up her hole and my dong, stiff as it was, only got a couple of inches into her. I could feel it drag the soft inner fabric along with it. It must have felt as if I was raping her, for she kicked and struggled and tried to cry out, but swallowed a mouthful of water instead and could only sputter and struggle furiously.

The contortions she went through did the trick, thank God, and her cunt began to fill with sex sap and I held firm until my dong imbedded itself all the way to the top of her womb by itself… like a section of iron crowbar drawn by a magnet.

Just like the time when I ripped through her hymen, the pain seemed only to add to her pleasure… and her cunt began to gyrate and buck against my jock in a whole series of crazy peaks. For a while, I just held it there, all the way in, while she spent herself, keeping my feet dug into the smooth sand of the shallow bottom and letting her flop around like a harpooned mermaid.

At last her big climax passed and she lay still, floating back on the water with her eyes closed and only the muscles in her legs locked around my waist telling me she was still conscious. I decided it was time for me to have some of the action and get us out of there, so I took her by the loins, holding her close, and began to thrust and withdraw myself, putting a little body English on each stroke.

I pierced her a half-dozen times before she reacted… and then she came to life like a filly stung by a bee. Her legs unlocked and flew free as I kept her crotch rolling around on my cock like an apple spinning on a spring. Her arms flailed at the water and she jerked her little head from side to side frantically.

It took me a long time to come, thanks to the number of workouts I had enjoyed during that past sixty hours or so, and the longer I dug into her the wilder she got. If Anita's cunt had felt wonderfully different when I plugged her hole from the rear, back in the kitchen, under water and at night, fucking Francie was like fucking a brand new-girl.

I noticed it more than I had with Anita, probably because I fucked her the first time in the Gulf and then on the bed after having Darlene and Francie in between… or maybe it was the effect of the night.

She seemed drier, somehow, but not too dry, and the effect was to make her an even tighter fit around my prick. She began waving her legs around wildly while I held her pinned to my bucking cock and I felt the jizzum finally beginning to roil up within me in preparation for its journey into her body and ground her cunt right into my pelvis and held it there while I poured everything I had into her guts in a marvelous moment of sheer sexual delight.

I didn't wane right away and held it in her until her orgasm finally subsided… then we separated and half swam, half waded back to the beach, utterly spent. We lay down and let the warm night air wipe us gently dry and then she cuddled against me, a delicious armful, and we fell asleep there under the planets with her sweet little fingers clutching my jock and two of my fingers buried in her hole.