Chapter 1
Anita didn't waste any time. My luscious little half-Mexican half-sister rigged things so that she wound up on my lap in the back seat of the old Continental ... and we were not five miles from my school, where the girls had picked me up, before I felt her busy little fingers reaching down under her deliciously round little rump to unzip my fly and haul my cock out of its hiding place.
She damn near didn't make it ... I hadn't sunk my pillar of joy into a cunt since September ... and this was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. My prick leapt to attention so fast it got jammed under my fly and she had to work it out by degrees. But it finally came clear and, with a little murmur of delight, she lifted her miniskirt to give her hot bottom freedom and wriggled her steaming, creaming pussy right down over it.
How did it feel? Heavenly...!
She was not wearing panty-hose or anything else underneath the brief skirt, so I was able to slip my hands beneath it and get a good grip on the tops of her thighs and take charge. Thanks to our position, my penetration was not as deep as when I had first fucked her last summer on the island off Baja, but I got all but an inch or so of my rod into her juicy little cunt ... and when I rolled her rump around on my lap, the sensation was terrific.
Man, we had both been on a ten-week fast ... and we were ready, ready, ready....
From the other side of the armrest, my fourteen-year-old kid sister, beautiful blonde little Francie, cried out in aggrieved tones, "Jesus, they're fucking already!"
Darlene, my oldest sister at eighteen, was driving and usually this makes me sore. I got my license last spring, but after I knocked a hubcap off Dad's Cadillac on the stone gate-post cutting a turn too fine, the family began treating me like a four-year-old or something. This wasn't too bad on the island, but I'd been planning to make Darlene give me the wheel for the run up to Ventura County.
Now, with my starving cock soaking sweetly in Anita's coosy, I didn't give a damn.
Darlene called back without turning her head, "Don't use darling Jeff up before we get to Hilltop."
"Not bloody--likely," said Anita, giving her bottom a real roll.
It had been so long since I got fucked that I was close to the boiling point and Anita was already there, giving out little grunts like a pretty little pig as the waves of orgasm washed through her. She got so active it almost slipped out and, with a gasp of alarm, she drove down on it hard and gripped it with the educated muscles that lined her cunt all the way to the womb.
For a mile or so, we stayed there, just letting our fucking pieces soak, letting voluptuous sensation ripple rapturously through us ... and then the old Continental hit a bump and we both exploded. My prick began bucking like a bronco in her wildly pumping pussy and the jizzum came steaming up out of my balls, so thick and ready that it felt as if it might burst through the sides of my dong before it reached the muzzle.
It actually hurt for a moment, along with the pleasure, as it discharged its liquid bolt into Anita's wide-open womb with the impetus of a blunderbuss firing. I held her churning cunt tight against my loins until it was finished.
Then I lifted her bodily off my lap and set her in the center of the wide seat and got out my handkerchief and wiped the semen and pussyjuice off my dong. It was still stiff as a steel girder but Darlene was right. We had a busy weekend ahead of us and there was no point in overdoing the fucking before we even got to Hilltop ... there would be plenty of it right through the four-day Thanksgiving holiday if we were going to pick up the balling where we had left off after Labor Day.
Once it started, that had been the damnedest family gang-bang I had ever heard of. Everybody got into the act.... Anita, my three full sisters Dalene, Francie, and little Jean, and finally Missie, my stepmother, and Dad when he got back to the island. Cousin George, too, who first put the show on the road, until his cock ran out of gas....
I pulled out now, also because I wanted to savor that first delicious piece of butt with Anita before I poked my prick back into her hole ... or one of the other velvet loving cups so beautifully available.
Anita wasn't happy about it. She grabbed my arm in both of hers, rubbing her soft round tit against me, pouting her pretty lips as she said, "It's still stiff, darling Jeff ... why waste it?"
"It won't be wasted," I promised her. "Don't be a pig, honey. Until the other three get there, I'll be servicing all of you."
"You can do it in a breeze," she said and then, before I could tuck my cock back in its garage, she had seized it and bent over it and taken its rounded head into her mouth.
Thanks to the sex-famine I had been going through, my erotic visions had been mostly of getting my dong back into a sweet juicy cunt and letting it go. I had forgotten how great a sucking can be when it's done by a girl who knows how ... and hand it to Anita, she knew how.
Her lips enveloped the upper half of my prick like velvet and she ran her hot long tongue along the underside halfway down to its roots, where her fingers were already giving my cock a titillating massage. She then began pulling on my cock, suctioning extra length and strength into it, and I lifted my eyes in sheer delight at the sensations her moves were sending through my loins.
My eyes met the great dark eyes of Laurette, who had reversed her position alongside Darlene in the front seat and was regarding the action Anita and I were savoring with wide-open interest. I laughed at her and waved and, after looking startled for a moment, she flashed a wide grin and winked slowly back at me. Darlene had brought Laurette from the school she and Anita and Francie attend in Pacific Palisades ... I hadn't heard of her until she turned up in the Continental and hadn't had a chance to take a good look at her before. Now I saw that she was gorgeous.
She was also a delicious burnt-almond color that should never be lumped under the overworked adjective black. Her eyes were tilted, like Missie's, but any resemblance between the newcomer and my stepmother ended right there. Not that Missie isn't a beauty ... she's terrific in every way, including in bed, as I had good reason to know, ... but Laurette was something else, a Diane Carroll, junior-miss size.
I'd never fucked a black girl and right then I wasted to get into her pants ... especially since her reaction to the sight of Anita giving me a rim job more than hinted I'd be in there soon enough.
Just thinking about what this newcomer was carrying in the fold of her butt, along with what Anita was doing to me downstairs, made me pop ... so help me, I came a second time, right down Anita's throat. It was so unexpected she wasn't ready for it and swallowed some of my jizm the wrong way and had a coughing fit.
Somehow, before it was over, little Francie had changed places with her and was smothering me with kisses--
Francie was still short of fifteen in the age department and she wasn't short in anything else, except in the depth of her pussy-lips and the speed with which she had learned how to use them. When they got a good grip on the base of your cock, and began contracting around it, you were halfway to heaven from a standing start.
She was still sexy with baby fat as I ran my hands up under the little blue dress she was wearing while our tongues were doing a bossa nova together. She's a tearing little beauty, too ... with her mop of silver-gold hair framing the face of a naughty cherub out of which sparkle a pair of emerald-green eyes fringed with silvery lashes.
She had her creaming little cunt over my cock before I could even say hello and gripped its roots with her pussy-lips and all but sent me winging right away. It was evident she had been practicing at school, on a candle or broomstick or something, because she had a lot of new tricks since I took her cherry last summer.
She pulled her lips from mine to cry, "Oh, Jesus, Jeff darling ... it's even better than I remembered!"
like Anita before the car hit the bump, she just held me in that wonderful hot little tunnel, slowly tightening and relaxing her labia around its base. We neither of us said anything else ... there was no need to. We were too busy just feeling wonderful.
She was straddling my lap, facing me with her little arms tight around my neck ... a better position for entry than fucking Anita from behind ... and as open and relaxed as a girl can be while she's riding cloud eleven. After a while, she bit her lower lip in a mild explosion and began to move her bottom slowly, sideways, back and forth, back and forth.
Just for kicks, I decided to bring her on all the way. I remembered her special trigger and slid my hands around under her and began tweaking the rim of her tight little arsehole. She gasped and all but fell off my lap, so I dug my thumb up into her rear hole and opened her up.
Francie let out a little scream and then a long moan and went into high gear, rolling and bucking around on my cock in a series of mounting climaxes that caused her bright green eyes to film over with passion and her breathing to become sobs of rapture.
I didn't have to do anything more ... just hold her tight enough so she wouldn't slide off and let her do the work. Over her shoulder, I shrugged at Laurette, who was still watching the action over the top of the front seat. She lifted a long beautiful coffee-colored hand and touched her forehead in mock salute ... but her huge black eyes had gone a little dreamy and I guessed she was having a climax by herself ... I couldn't see what her other hand was doing.
Then my reaction began again. Francie gripped my prick so tightly with those crazy labia of hers that I was almost afraid I'd never be able to get it out of her cunt ... not that I'd have minded being stuck there. Then she began to squeeze them even tighter in slow, rhythmic contractions.
I let out an "Oh, Jesus, honey!" as my sperm began to pump and she grabbed me close around the neck and uttered a little squeal of delight when I shot my third charge right up to the top of her passage. We came together right on the button ... it was a perfect piece of tail.
Darlene, up in the driver's seat, must have been watching us via the rear-view mirror, because she ran the Continental off the road then and almost into a ditch, braking lumpily to a stop. She got out a cigarette and lit it and said, "Okay, that's enough. Laurette and I want our share of darling Jeff and we don't want him all used up by the time we get to Hilltop. Right, Laurette?"
The dark girl murmured, "You can say that again, Darly." She had a voice like liquid sugar, low and soft and sweet and sexy.
"We've got a long weekend ahead and we all want to enjoy it to the hilt ... but won't get there at all if you don't lay off the rest of the way. I can't watch what you're doing and drive this damned buggy at the same time."
She was right, of course. Besides, I still wanted to drive the old Patton tank of a car. I said, "Okay, Darlene, but there's only one way ... we change places."
She hesitated, but the change was made. Darlene moved into the back seat while I got behind the wheel. As I put the Continental on drive, she said, "For God's sake, darling Jeff, don't hit anything or we're both cooked."
As I swung back onto the highway and gave her the gun, I became increasingly conscious of the presence of the black girl on the wide seat beside me. She was giving off vibrations that reeked of sex ... and when I say reeked, I mean reeked, because I could smell the juice she was generating in her cunt. There was nothing wrong with it ... it smelled musky and exciting ... but it was different from the scent of my sisters' sex-sap.
I didn't dare look at her, or I'd have been sure to hit something ... but, man, I knew she was there and ready and waiting, even before I felt one of her long strong hands slide over my right thigh toward my fly.
She said, very low, "You're quite a stud for a white man, Jeff. Where'd you pick it up?"
"Just doing what came unnaturally," I said, making a funny, I don't know why. Perhaps because I felt shy about fucking a female who didn't belong in the family.
She uttered a derisive "Huh-huh!"
But this was strictly camouflage, put out for the benefit of the three girls in the rear seat. She was busily unzipping my slacks and exploring what was inside with her long, limber, educated fingers. Her nails were long, and she almost nicked my scrotum and I let out a yelp.
"What's the matter?" Anita asked anxiously.
"Nothing," I said. "A cramp in my shoulder." This sounded legitimate, since I'd banged it up playing football and my sisters knew it. They'd been almost hysterical for fear I'd hurt a certain part of my anatomy that would have ruined this long-planned Thanksgiving outing.
Laurette played it cool, just as if she wasn't turning my temporarily flaccid prick into a flagpole again. She looked over the seat top at them and said, "Hey, how about some music to sooth our savage breasts?"
Before the assent came, she had the dashboard radio on and, when a hard rock group came in, switched the rear-seat amplifiers on ... using her right hand, which knew very well what her left hand was doing, which was massaging my cock, which was now sticking up and out like a sports-car stickshift.
"Now we can talk," she said, "and they can't hear us."
"So talk, darling," I said, while she made a tunnel of her fingers and began pumping up and down on my quivering dong. "What's on your mind?"
"You ever fucked a black girl?" she asked me, continuing to play with my prong.
"Not yet." I was having trouble keeping any of my attention on the road.
"I've never fucked a white boy, either," she said.
Do you suppose it's going to be different for both of us?" I asked.
"I sure in hell intend to find out," she told me. She looked down at my cock and loosened her grip so that she could see it. Then she said, "I sure in hell like what I've seen so far ... and what I'm seeing right now."
She further activated her left hand, using her fingertips on it as if she were playing a piccolo. If I hadn't just finished shooting my wad three times, once into Anita's cunt, once into her throat and once into Francie's deliciously swampy tunnel of love, I'd have been jacked off right away ... so great was Laurette's impact on me.
Sexy? She was the sexiest girl I'd ever been that close to ... and when it comes to being sexy, while my experience has been limited, from all I've heard Missie and the girls rate way up on the fuck-and-suck totem pole. But Laurette was a cunt, primarily, a cunt and two full fitted boobs and lips and eyes and a coral-pink tongue ... with the rest of her simply thrown in as an afterthought.
Not that she wasn't a real looker ... she was living proof of that "black is beautiful" bit they've been throwing at us the last few years. But her beauty was strictly production for use and what she radiated like an aura was the fact that she knew how to use what she had ... which was plenty.
She worked my dong manually a little longer, then looked at its throbbing expanse and said, "My, what a pretty prick! It looks like some kind of crazy orchid ... all big pink stem and tiny purple blossom on top."
"It feels a hell of a lot better than it looks when it's doing what nature intended it to do," I said.
"Jeff baby," she said softly, "that's something I intend to verify at the earliest opportunity."
"You and me both," I told her.
I nearly sideswiped a passing truck, thanks to the distractions Laurette was offering me, and Darlene poked her pretty auburn head between us and saw what was going on and said, "Laurette, cut it out or we'll none of us get what we're going for."
Laurette grinned with flashing white teeth and it was impossible for Darlene to stay mad at her. Then she said, "All right, honey," and stuffed my still-stiff dick back into my slacks and zipped it in securely. She gave it a pat and said, "You wait right there, little orchid ... don't go nowhere till I can for you."
"Laurette ... ! " Darlene grabbed her by the shoulders and slid the black girl forcibly along the seat away from me until she was all the way over by the right-hand door ... then slammed the armrest down between us to keep us apart.
The only excitement I had the rest of the way was the excitement of anticipation. I knew from last summer that what I had enjoyed thus far was only a tiny foretaste of what lay right ahead of me ... an hors d'oeuvre before the ten-course gourmet banquet.
Hilltop is a rambling old lodge in the mountains east of Ojai that my father half-inherited ... by that, I mean, when his grandfather died, he left it jointly to his kids for use on vacations and holidays, and they divvied it up. This year, we were getting it for Thanksgiving, while some of the other heirs were getting it for Christmas and New Year's ... like that.
It's nothing imagine, but it's a comfortable place ... and the plumbing's good because it's the last thing that was put in, only a few years ago. There's a huge stone Fireplace and a gas kitchen and plenty of Indian blankets, both on the beds and on the walls as decorations. The beds are either plain iron cots or old fashioned brass beds with posts.
I mention beds because they were on all of our hot little minds as we made it to Hilltop. We had the night to ourselves, because Dad had something he had to do in L. A. and he and Missie and little Jean were driving up tomorrow for Thanksgiving dinner and the rest of the weekend.
The first thing we did, once we found that Mr. Spitzer, the man who took care of the place, had got the generator going and the heat on, was to get the hell out of our clothes. I was just stripping off my jockey shorts when the door of my bedroom opened and Darlene came in.
She was naked and she looked as lithe and lovely as she had the first time I saw her that way when she came into my bed at the island last August for the first time. Her red hair is like silk floss, especially the hair right above her tight, long cunt-sheath. The greatest thing about Darlene physically, apart from the fact that she's my oldest sister and loves me, is the fact that her pussy is way up forward, with her clit almost up on her mound above it, in plain view.
Thanks to this sweet freak of nature, we lay down on the cot that was always my bed at Hilltop and kissed and held each other tight and I ran my rampant prick right up into her all the way without having to get into the saddle between her legs.
Not that I mind the saddle ... it's the greatest riding there is ... but Darlene's being able to fuck differently from other girls didn't make her any the less attractive in my eyes. And the lining of her tunnel felt even better than I remembered it ... close fitting and alive all over even when it was held still.
I said, "Hot damn, but that feels great!"
She hugged me and wriggled a little and it felt even greater. Then she whispered, "I was afraid the others would use you up before I could get a piece of your beautiful prick."
"I'm packing a full load of coal," I replied. "I've been saving it up for ten weeks and you know it."
She spasmed then ... grabbing hold of me all over as her body stiffened and flattening her medium-small, very firm boobs against my chest. I squeezed and sucked at her nipples until they stood up and ran a hand down over her buttocks and then slid it between us just about where cock and cunt merged.
I kissed her fondly then, holding my hand and just letting our sex-pieces soak as she relaxed and looked at her. She returned my look with love and bit her lip and then said, "Do it, darling Jeff, do it...."