My Sisters And I

NINE

The sight of Cousin George spearing little Jean with his flaming prong, teed me off with Darlene, who was fucking me as if she were never going to be fucked again as long as she lived. So I drove it into her again and again until she began to scream and thrash her heels on the mattress. All the while her cunt was bucking and rotating on my cock like some tiny fur-bearing creature with a mind of its own.

She came and came again, as if there was no tomorrow. Each time she spent, she seemed to catch fire and to struggle wildly against the flames that were devouring her guts. Thanks to all the fucking I had already had, or maybe because of whatever it was Anita had put in the food, I was slow as Christmas to come, and when Darlene convulsed, I just let my prick lie in there and rolled with her punches.

Then, when she'd let up, gasping and trembling like a leaf, I'd start pumping away inside her again, giving my cock a twist as I rammed it into her every third or fourth stroke… and by the time I'd done that twice, she'd let out a moan of delight and go into another convulsion.

She began to chant, “Come, Jeff… come, Jeff… come Jeff… cooooommmme',!”… but it took one hell of a long time and I guess she finally reached a point where she couldn't take anymore.

So she spilled us over, still fucking like mad, until she was on top and then she straddled me, pulling up her knees and holding them doubled with her hands so that she was in a squat with only her cunt touching my body… and then began pumping her rump up and down on my burning dong so fiercely and rapidly that, inside of a couple of minutes, I felt the sperm begin to roll in my guts and move up my prick like the mercury in a thermometer in a boiler room… and then… wham!.. right up into her all the way in a red-hot discharge. It didn't burn as much as it had in Anita, but when she fell off my rod, it was still as stiff as it had been since the fucking got under way.

At that moment, Cousin George shot his wad into little Jean's pumping cunt from behind, and he gave vent to another yowl of anguish and sprinted for the Gulf water again, holding his cock in front of him like a battering ram.

Alongside me, Darlene was holding on tight to her pussy, masturbating with both hands and thrusting her pelvis up off the mattress rhythmically in fucking motions. It seemed a shame to let it go to waste, so I pushed toward her and said, “Let me help, honey.”

But Anita came between us, on her hands and knees with her breasts dangling like ripe melons, and said, “She's had all she can take of that cock of yours, darling Jeff. I'll take care of her,” with which, Anita pulled Darlene's hands away from her cunt and, pushing my oldest sister's legs wide apart, fell on her with her lips and tongue and began sucking her off vigorously. Darlene's body convulsed again and she gripped Anita's raven hair tightly with both hands and gave vent to a long groan of relief.

I did not remain a spectator for more than a few seconds… for Francie fell upon me like a raging barbarian, sliding my cock into her soaking-wet cunt as far as it would go, and letting those crazy long labia of hers cover it the rest of the way. I was still on the bottom and quite willing to remain there for a bit, as my exertions with Anita and Darlene had exhausted every part of me but my dong. It still burned and itched inside, but had settled down to a bearable level, and I was really able to enjoy what Francie was giving me… another marvelous piece of tail.

This was not the case with Cousin George, however. He emerged from the water, still hanging onto his cock for dear life and uttering moans of anguish… then he caught sight of Anita as she bent to her task of assuaging Darlene's burning cunt with her mouth… and, just as he had done with little Jean, he raced across the sand, dropped to his knees and mounted her dog-fashion, driving his cock in so hard that his groin smacked her buttocks with a loud spanking sound.

Unlike Jean, Anita didn't flatten out under the weight of his fierce rear assault… she gave a little and then braced herself and took it with waggling bottom as he pistoned into her like a madman… never once losing a beat of the rhythmic licking she was giving Darlene's steaming cunt.

But I had matters of my own to attend to, and they were rapidly getting more complicated as little Jean, not wishing to be left out of the fun and games, straddled my head and lowered her creaming little pussy right down on my mouth… so rapidly that I was barely able to get my tongue out in time and spear right into the depths of her luscious tunnel of love.

I felt a shudder of voluptuous delight race right through her twelve-year-old Lolita body and wiggled the tip of my tongue far up in her cunt, causing her to climax just as Francie's rhythm on my cock picked up speed and she went to the races herself.

I couldn't see a thing, of course, with Jean's creaming crotch blocking my vision, but from the shifting of their bodies and the sounds they made, I could tell that my two younger sisters were embracing on top of me and kissing and hugging each other while I serviced their sweet, soft undersides. It was a combination of pleasures for all three of us that had to be hard to beat.

As if from somewhere far off, I heard Cousin George scream again… really a banshee wail this time… but then Jean went into deep orgasm and began spilling her sex sap all over my face until I was forced to use my tongue as a cork and block the flow or be drowned in the flood… which only served to make her spend more freely.

At this point, Francie began gripping the base of my dong rhythmically with the large lips of her cunt, gripping and relaxing, gripping and relaxing, until I knew my time was near again. Then she gripped and held and leaned far backward so that my dong was bent way down and I couldn't have come under any conditions because the passage was blocked two ways.

I began to thrash about as the feeling grew unbearable… yet incredibly exciting and sweet… until, sensing my discomfort, she straightened up and relaxed her grip on the base of my prick… then slid up and down on it a half-dozen times and settled on it all the way, tightening it all around.

I exploded into her with the force of a rifle shot… and she rested where she was, trembling delicious, while I waited for my rampant dick to deflate itself inside her and Jean rocked back and forth so hard that she finally fell right off my head onto her back.

But my cock refused to lie down. I was just about to roll Francie over on her side and take the next fuck a little easier when Jean decided she wanted her turn and assailed Francie like a mini-hurricane, pushing her off me and sending her sprawling onto the sand. As Jean thrust my cock into her cunt, she cried, “I've got a lot of catch-up fucking to do,” and began rolling around on my prick in a wild sort of figure-eight motion.

By this time, I had had enough of the underdog position and besides the mattress tufts were threatening to make permanent dimples in my backside. So I wound myself up and rolled over and lifted myself up on my hands and knees… but I wasn't going to get away from Jean for a moment, not that easily at any rate. Her arms went tight around my neck and her legs locked themselves around my torso, so that she was affixed to my underside like a baby kangaroo to its mother… and all the time, her little cunt was busy giving my cock a workout as if it would never stop.

Somehow I staggered to my feet… with Jean still clinging to me, still pumping her darling little bottom up and down on my prick like a piston housing. I got my hands under her and squeezed her buttocks hard, planning to make her give up, but things didn't work out that way. Instead of causing her to let go of me, Jean reacted by having a wild orgasm, spending so freely that I could feel her juices running down the insides of my thighs. Enough was enough, I decided, and, staggering unsteadily in the sand thanks to the weight and activity of my burden, I headed for the water myself.

Just as I got knee deep in the warm wash of the Gulf, my left heel skidded in the soft sand and both feet slipped out from under me and I went down on my back, carrying little Jean with me. If the water hadn't cushioned our fall, it would have knocked the wind out of me. As it was, I lost control of the situation completely.

Little Jean, who had hung on tight all the way, began to pump her cunt up and down on my dong again as I lay helpless and finally began to wilt. I never thought I'd be grateful to lose a hard with so many sex-rabid females around, but this one had lasted too long for comfort and every muscle in my prick was begging for a recess.

As it slipped out of her cunt, Jean uttered a scream of dismay, made a grab for it and tried to stuff it back up into her hole… but to no avail. I was out of the running for the moment and glad to be so. Up on the beach, Cousin George was still fucking Anita, who seemed to be having a ball by the way her bottom was thrusting and the moans of joy that came out of her every time he rammed his dick home in her cunt.

But Cousin George didn't seem to be enjoying himself. If Anita was emitting moans of sheer pleasure, the sounds coming out of his throat sounded more like the cries of a hound in mortal agony. As I watched from my watery cushion, he came and screamed and pulled out of her thrashing body and once again came racing toward the Gulf, holding his still stiff prick in both hands as if he were trying to yank it out by the roots.

Anita got up and shook herself and saw Jean sucking madly on my still-limp cock and came running down toward us with Darlene and Francie, who had been happily sucking each other off, in hot pursuit.

I pushed Jean away and yelled, “Time out!” before they could fall upon me. I sat up and they joined me, crouching to dip their creaming rumps in the drink and cool them off. Out on the reef, Cousin George was scrubbing at his dick with his bare hands and emitting little yelps of anguish.

“Okay, Anita,” I said. “What in hell did you put in the food tonight?”

“Spanish fly,” said Anita promptly.

“Cousin George got it in L.A. and bragged to Jean that he was going to use it on us,” said Francie.

“So we decided to use it on him,” said Darlene. “That way, he'd have to fuck us and we'd have a ball while he was hurting like hell.”

“Why wish it on me?” I asked.

“I didn't give you anywhere near as big a dose,” said Anita. “We just wanted you to have fun, too.”

“How much did you girls give yourselves?” I asked.

“Enough,” said Anita, “so that if somebody doesn't poke a stiff prick into me in a couple of minutes I'm going to have to jack off with a broom handle.”

“Hey,” said Jean. “I don't feel anything extra special. And you promised me the same dose.”

“But I did…” began Anita. She looked at the others. “The one without Spanish fly… Missie's order… was on the left end of the row when I lined up the casseroles. Remember?”

“On the left end!” said Francie. “I thought you said on the right end.” Her knuckles flew to her half-open mouth.

“Jesu!” Anita reverted to her native Spanish. “You know what that means? It means my mother got it.”

“She hasn't done anything,” said Darlene anxiously.

“She got the mickey finn, too,” said Francie. “Maybe a good thing, huh?”

“Maybe…” Anita sounded doubtful. “Poor Mama. Let's hope it's worn off by the time she comes to.”

“Oh-oh,” said Darlene. “Here comes Gorgeous George.”

He stood in front of us, hanging onto his erect dick with tears running down his pimpled cheeks. He said, “I know what you bitches did to me, and if one of you doesn't help me out, I'll really start yelling.”

Anita said, “It's somebody else's turn this time. How about it?”

They acted and sounded as if fucking Cousin George were a distasteful chore… but finally, Darlene got up grudgingly and led him up to the mattresses where she lay down and spread her legs, absorbing his prong without any symptoms of visible pleasure.

Anita and Francie and Jean and I continued to sit in the shallow water with the girls clustered around me, nuzzling me like soft warm puppies. After a while, I could feel my loins begin to stir. Francie noted my revival first and reached for my prick and massaged it gently, making a cylinder of her fist and rubbing it up and down a few times, then putting her lips and tongue to its tumescent tip.

Jeanie and Anita began pulling Francie off, but I said, “There's enough for everybody, if you don't crowd me.”

“But you didn't finish with me.” Jean pouted prettily.

“Don't blame him,” said Anita. “It's my turn again.” She spoke with the authority of her years, and the two younger girls gave up, grumbling, and then, recovering quickly, raced to the mattresses where they fell on one another in a joyous sixty-nine.

“Cute little kittens,” murmured Anita. Then, putting her arms around me and nuzzling me with her beautiful breasts, “I'm sorry if I hurt you, darling Jeff. I didn't mean to… honest. I just wanted to give Cousin George a bad time and have some fun myself.”

“You seem to be doing all right,” I said, slipping my hand under the shallow water and into the hot, throbbing haven of her creaming cunt. It was impossible to tell whether Anita or the Gulf was wetter.

We didn't bother going back to the mattress pad or out to the reef where I had lost my cherry to her. She just rolled over on her back and parted her legs in the most delectable figure-Y in the world and thrust her cunt above the surface to receive my again stiff prick. I slid it into her gently and she purred like a kitten as our union became complete. In more ways than one, it was like coming home again, and I could have spent the rest of the night just lying there joined to her, with neither of us moving. My cock didn't hurt any more, and evidently some of the influence of the Spanish fly had worn off with her, because we just took it easy and let the water lap around us while our bodies spoke silently.

Her cunt stirred after a bit and I responded, then checked her with my hands on her bottom. “Let's lie still a little longer,” I said.

“I can't, darling Jeff… I love you too much.” A delicious stirring, then repose again. Then, “With you, it's beautiful.” Another stirring, more frantic, a small quick orgasm shaking her beautiful young body. Then, “I've fucked a lot of boys the last two years, darling Jeff, but you're so far the best, there's no second.”

“What about Cousin George?”

“Darling Jeff, if I loved him as I love you, do you think I'd have done what I did tonight to him?”

“But you did it to me, too.”

“I'm sorry.” Another stir, then, “I think. Oh, Jeff, it's so lovely.” Soft, intricate motions that set the water lapping gently around us.

“What's the matter with Cousin George?” I asked.

“He's too competitive… he thinks he has to master a girl. He doesn't try to make her happy the way you do. All he wants is to get himself off in her… and that's not love.”

“You mean like this?” I bore down hard on her and dug into her with a burst of renewed stamina. I ground my dick spiraling into her, withdrew it rapidly and hit her again and again, ramming my entire pelvis into her counterthrusting crotch.

“Don't!” she gasped. “Please don't, darling Jeff… I can't stand it.”

I stepped up the pace and felt her legs begin to piston in and out spasmodically like a frog's. She gasped, her voice grainy with ecstasy, “I can't stand… Oh, my God, darling. Oh, my God… por Dios!”

Her cunt seemed to come gyrating up out of the water to join me as my sperm flowed from my balls up through my prong and burst through its tip into the very heart of her body. She seemed to be suspending herself on the water, seeking to devour with her womb every drop of semen I possessed, holding her pussy flat against my scrotum and moaning, “Jesus, darling Jeff, but your balls feel so wonderful flapping against my crack.”

Then she began to grind some more, and I stayed right with her. As we moved like a single living creature and the slippery sperm in her cunt was absorbed once more by her rich sex sap, I began to realize what a perfect fucking machine my stepsister was. The others were all wonderful, of course, but each because of some oddity of structure, like Darlene's up-front cunt, Francie's short tunnel with the long grasping lips, Jean's tiny tight little pussy and sleek, hairless girl-child's body.

But Anita was structural perfection. Her boobs were full as a grown woman's, yet they didn't hang unless she bent over. Her arse was round and perfect and soft, but firm and silky. Her legs and arms were perfect and the low rise of belly above her pussy was like a Persian pleasure dome. As for the cunt nested beneath her triangle of curly black cunt hair, it was in no way unusual… at least, not as my real sisters' cunts were… but just what a cunt ought to be… soft and silky and tight enough to send a guy on his way in a hurry if she was of a mind to. I could reach and pass the flanged gates far inside, but it took a good prick and a good poke to do so. She was juicy, too, and knew what to do with her hole, as she knew what to do with her entire body.

I didn't grudge Anita the other guys who had got in her pants, not even Cousin George, if she had learned how to fuck from them. Somehow, I realized then that the most important thing of all was that she loved to fuck… even more important that she loved to fuck me.

I cradled her in the shallow water and kissed and cuddled her to show my love, even while our fucking pieces were making the water dance. She understood my gesture and held me close but not too tightly, and we rolled in the surfless sea until affection at length grew lost in a resurgence of irresistible passion that returned fierceness to our mutual onsets and made the final peak more memorable than any of the fuckings that had preceded it. But underneath, the real love survived the heat of our tumultuous double-orgasm and she offered her lips and kissed mine lightly with a new affection we both knew would last.

When, at length, she pushed me softly away, she said with a rueful little laugh, “I don't know what I'm going to do with you, but this is going to make our lives very complicated.”

“What about the others?” I asked, pretending not to understand her… perhaps because I didn't dare.

She sat up, ran her fingers through her sopping wet raven hair, and said, with her dark eyes boring right into me in the moonlight, “Oh, it will go on, of course… but it won't really matter and we both know it.”

For answer, I reached down and gave her cunt a tender squeeze under water and kissed her nipples while she pressed my head against them. Then we got up and walked toward the mattress pad, where four figures writhed and merged in a mad melange of human flesh. We watched them for a few moments… as nearly as I could figure things out, Cousin George was being fucked by Francie sideways and was sucking Darlene, who in her turn was sucking little Jean, who was flopping around in orgasm like a beached fish. I looked down at Anita, close in the curve of my arm, and caught her looking up at me with an expression that said, “Shall we?”

I shook my head and she smiled and, without a word, still with arms about one another's yielding waists, we began to walk toward the house. When we were halfway there, she said, “We'd better see how Missie is,” and I said, “That's right.” We looked at one another and burst into laughter. We weren't going to bother with Missie… not then. We both wanted to be fucked again on a bed.