Chapter 10

If it wasn't the fuck of the century, it must have come awfully close. My youngest sister was so starved for sex after all those manless weeks in school that she absolutely reveled in having my prick jammed into her suffusing little cunt as far as it could go. The sit-up position we were in is not the best for full penetration with a girl who has a long vagina ... like Darlene or Laurette ... but with Jean's short tunnel, it was wonderful, since I could make it all the way with ease, while her super-labia massaged the still unembedded base of my cock with rhythmic contractions.

She slid her crotch up and down on my dripping dong at various speeds, then rolled it around and around, then went into lateral motions that bent it from side to side. Most of the time, she kept her eyes on our fucking pieces, fascinated by the sight of what they were doing ... but every once in a while, as orgasm claimed her, she would throw back her head with her eyes closed and her little bud mouth open ... then would look into my eyes when the spasm waned, her beautiful girl-child face heavy with love and happiness, and join me in a silent laughter of sheer voluptuous delight.

Then, for a time, we returned to holding each other close while we sat upright and let our lips and tongues merge while our genitals continued their marvelous action unseen. I read somewhere that a sex-veteran once said the best of all aphrodisiacs is change ... and believe me, fucking little Jean was a complete change from fucking Missie or Anita or my other two sisters, varied as were their approaches to intercourse.

She was so young and eager and so full of hell and so imaginative in her variations that all of a sudden, there I was, coming again while we were belly to belly in close embrace and she was straining to flatten her blossoming little boobs against my chest.

She shuddered all over and moaned with delight and sank her teeth into my left shoulder in the urgency of her complete abandonment to passion, and I felt as if my loins had been drained and lay back on the pillows behind me to rest my aching belly muscles ... but Jean, having tasted, or rather engulfed, my sperm, was having none of that.

She came right with me, riding on top of me, and her bottom went into a frenzied polka to prevent my stiff prick from dwindling within her, its labor of love temporarily finished ... and so effective was her performance that, instead of shrinking, it actually seemed to grow a fraction of an inch or more.

With another happy little cry of triumph, she resumed her sitting position and went into an act she had first tried with me back on the island last summer ... boxing the compass on my cock.

She lifted her cunt almost clear of it and swung her darling little body in a ninety-degree turn, so that she was riding me sidesaddle as it were ... and the alteration of angle made it feel as if I were fucking a fresh cunt. I began bridging and up-thrusting it into her until she spent so furiously that she all but toppled off in a near-faint and I had to reach down and steady her.

Recovered, she swiveled again, so that her sleek little backside was facing me and I was ramming my rigidity right up between the sleek twin domes of her buttocks; her arsehole winked at me each time she lifted her rump, like an extra eye in her crotch. I got a hand on each buttock and gave her an extra-added attraction by diddling her bunghole, causing her to spasm again, doubling over away from me and drawing my dick downward along with her hole until I was forced to pull her upright.

Then she pivoted a third time, and it was the sidesaddle bit again, but from the other side. She stayed with it, offering wonderful action, until she spent once more, once more flooding both of our midsections with the fresh sweetness of her sex-sap and was forced to hang on lest she keel-over and lose the stimulation of my prick in her suppurating coozy.

Then it was face to face again, and I decided she had fooled around long enough. I rolled her under me so suddenly she uttered a little cry of alarm ... a cry that quickly became a long, low moan of delight as I drove into her palpitating little cunt with battering ram speed and power ... and then withdrew it ever so slowly, causing my whole body to prickle as the underside of my dick reacted to this easy withdrawal ... then rammed it into her again and repeated the process time after time until she was a palpitating mass of quivering jelly.

She began to cry out and utter words I hardly suspected her to know, but in such tones of raging desire that they only added to my pleasure ... and after a score or so of strokes, I could feel the jizm beginning to ferment in my seed-bag and then begin that wonder passage up through the core of my cock to explode in my twelve-year-old kid sister's cockpit with blunderbuss force.

She countercharged furiously until the moment of coming arrived, then bridged and lifted her crotch so that I attained maximum penetration before and during the act of emission itself.

Then she subsided with a happy little moan of temporary satiation, and we lay drowning in our own juices while my sopping prick slowly dwindled until at last it slipped reluctantly clear of her tunnel of love.

So great had been our concentration on attaining and maintaining the terrific plateau of pleasure we had achieved together that not until we were utterly spent did we become aware of voices and hammerings on the far side of the bedroom door our stepmother had so wisely suggested that we lock.

From the sounds, Darlene and Francie were clamoring to get in with us....

Jean seemed to reach the door from the bed in a single cat-like leap. She cried, "Can't you pigs give us a little time together ... you've had darling Jeff all yesterday afternoon and last night!"

"That's not why we want in," said Darlene's voice.

"In a pig's arsehole!" cried Jean defiantly. "I know what you want because I want the same thing ... fucking Jeff. The only difference is, I'm in here with him and you're outside."

"That's not the point," shouted Francie. "We've got to have a council of war!"

"A council of screwing, you mean," cried Jean, her round little nates aquiver with indignation at our being so rudely disturbed.

"Where's Anita?" she demanded after another period of pounding. Anita might be only our stepsister, but we had long ago accepted her as one of us, so Jean's question had point ... a council without her would not be complete.

"She's helping Missie get the dinner," said Francie.

"Where's the mulatto broad?" demanded Jean.

"She's got father locked up in one of the big bedrooms," said Darlene. "That's what it's all about."

"Dad's old enough to know what he's doing," said Jean. "Why don't you just leave them alone?"

"She's an outsider," said Francie. "We can't even figure out what she's doing here."

"Fucking father," snapped Jean. "You just told us what she's doing."

"Oh, let them in," I told Jean. "I'm shot down for a while, and besides, I'm curious about Laurette myself."

They trooped in, looking somewhat forlorn, and the four of us sat naked on the bed and I realized again what a lucky bastard I was to have three such beauties for sisters ... three such willing and eager beauties, all of them avowedly and openly in love with me.

Beside Jean, fourteen-year-old Francie looked like a woman ... until you looked at Darlene, when she returned to young-girl status again. Just then Anita came in, looking more like a brunette basket of melons than ever, and Darlene became more girl than woman in comparison. But, girls or women, they had all proved themselves with me where it counted many times over ... in the sack.

Anita was smoking a cigarette and collared an ashtray from the bureau top before joining us on the love-rumpled candlewick spread, sitting cross-legged with the luxuriant black hair of her bush and the top of her crack showing above her crossed heels.

She said, "What was all the banging and yelling about? I could hear you clear in the kitchen."

Darlene said, "We're wondering where Laurette figures in this holiday ... after all, none of us seems to have invited her. I mean, I thought you did, and you thought ... " She let it hang.

Four pairs of eyes ... black, green, blue and gray ... came to rest on mine. Darlene said, "What do you think, darling Jeff?"

I said, "I think Laurette's a terrific piece of tail."

It was not exactly the most diplomatic remark of my life. For a moment, the four pairs of eyes looked unhappy ... and then, as one, they narrowed with anger and the attack was on.

I tried to get clear of the bed but I was not quite quick enough. Four pairs of soft little hands seized upon me with surprising strength. Fm slated for a college football scholarship when I finish school, if I want to go that route, and I'm strong for my sixteen years ... but the girls are all strong, too, in their more supple ways, and when they ganged up on me it was a case of Gulliver being bound by the Lilliputians.

In a lot less time than it takes to tell it, they had me flat on my back on the bed, with Darlene holding my right arm down and Francie my left ... while Jean was sitting on my chest and Anita athwart my loins. Jean's gray eyes were smoking as she looked down into mine and said, "I suppose you mean we're not terrific pieces of tail?" , "I didn't say that." After what I'd been through since leaving school, my strength was not exactly as the strength of ten nor was my heart entirely pure. The weight of that unholy four on top of me, while sweet in concept, made it hard for me to breathe.

"But you meant it," snapped Anita.

I said, "So she's a terrific fuck and welcome aboard and all that ... but beyond that, I'd like to know why she's here, too."

They let up on me then ... though from the way Anita and Francie were watching my dormant prick out of the corners of their eyes, I knew that well-used sex-object was going to have to withstand at least a double assault at the first indication it offered of renewed life.

"She's something ... I'll admit that," said Darlene. "But does that give her the right to monopolize darling Jeff most of last night and now Dad?"

"How'd she manage with him?" I asked.

It was Francie who answered, her emerald eyes smoldering, "While the rest of us were waiting for Dad to undress, she simply sneaked into his and Missie's bedroom and got the door locked before any of us realized what she was up to."

I said, "She moves right in, I'll say that for her." Thinking it over, though, I decided the girls had a case. We have always been a close-knit clan, even before our real mother split out and Missie and Anita came on the scene, putting up a united front against outsiders.

Laurette, however she had got in with us this Thanksgiving, was definitely an outsider and I felt a mild twinge of guilt at having let her monopolize so much of my time and energy.

But just thinking of her serpentine hole, dripping wet, and that scarlet clit and those firm cone-like breasts caused me to have a reaction where I could conceal it least. I didn't have to look down to know that I was beginning to get an erection ... I didn't even need the signal of that familiar blessed hot stirring in my loins. All I had to do was watch the girls' eyes as they focused and became riveted on my extending cock.

I decided there was no use trying to do anything to halt the impending gang action. They had me on numbers alone ... plus one other vital factor. Bushed as I was, as long as I could get that thing to stand up, or they could get it erect, I'd have been crazy even to think of putting up a fight. After all, I had come here to fuck just as they had.

Jean was ruled to the sidelines for the moment ... after all, she had been the last one to get fucked by my growing prick. Darlene grabbed it around the base in one fist and then Francie grabbed it right above with one of her hot little hands, like kids choosing who'll go to bat first in a ball game by seeing who can grab the top of the bat handle.

Anita was next and then Francie tried again, but my cock didn't extend quite far enough ... Darlene knew she was licked. Francie uttered a resounding."Shit!" and withdrew, sulking, to the foot of the bed.

"Fielder's choice," said my stepsister, who hung over me on all fours athwart my torso, her hot little face looking down into mine with the lust-light clouding her dark eyes, and those beautiful big boobs of hers hanging down until they played tag with my own nipples, sending chills down my spine and thickening my cock.

I knew what she meant ... I was the batter and the girls were opting to call the shots. I said, "Okay, darling, how do you want it?"

She said, "Remember that time last summer when you socked it into me from behind when I was bending over in front of the stove?"

I remembered ... it had been wild and wonderful, to say nothing of different. She pulled back far enough to give my dick a thorough going over with her lips and tongue, while I pulled the wonderful roundness of her rump close enough to give her crotch a fine finger-fuck. After a moment, I felt her buttocks stiffen under my manipulations and her sweet cream make my fingers sticky as she spasmed.

"Okay," I said when she lifted her lips from my rigid cock. "Let's go."

She slid off the bed through the others, and I followed holding my pole in my hand and massaging it gently lest the change of venue bring about a weakness ... an act which proved utterly needless in the event, since at the sight of lush little Anita setting her feet wide apart with her dimpled backside toward me, then bending over and grabbing her ankles with both fists so that her creaming red-and-purple crotch came right up at me, I felt my dong give a convulsive leap within the cage of my fingers.

Sighting rather than gripping it, I got into position behind my stepsister and took two quick strides toward her. Then moving right in, I grabbed her loins firmly from behind and, with a single convulsive thrust of my pelvis, rammed my eager cock right into her cunt, pulling her toward me to flatten her nates against my own pubic area as I drove the head of my prick as far into her juicy love tunnel as it would go....

Once I was all the way inside her, I let my cock rest with its head making music with her flanged gates and her labia flattened out against my own pubic hair ... then I used my grip on her loins to manipulate her rump as my imagine dictated, rolling it around, pulling it up and down and then sideways, finally trying the diagonals, all with wonderful effect on the sensations radiating from my loins and stimulating Anita to wild and wonderful reactions as her guts convulsed with frantic pleasure.

Then I began ramming it into her, and she staggered forward and would have fallen had I not leaned far backward to maintain our balance. Each time I poked her, she grunted with pleasure and took another short double-step, until at last her head brushed the wall and she braced her hands flat against it and began churning her rump wildly in a frantic excess of passion ... with my soggy but still straight sword inexorably jammed up her literally dripping coozy.

Thanks to the unending successions of workouts my dong had received since I got in the car, I couldn't have come in a hurry if I'd had to

... so I just hung in there, loving every second of it and giving as good as I got, which was plenty, with compound interest.

After a while, Anita couldn't stop coming, and her cunt rotations and thrusts became faster and faster until, with a fury of sobbing sounds, she went flat as a board against the wall, leaving my cock swinging wildly in the air ... and, moments later, sagged slowly to the floor, where she lay huddled between floor and wall-board like a passed-out kitten.

My cock did not remain in the open for long. All three of my remaining sisters made grabs for me and it, and we all fell in a tangle atop the bed. Hot little cunts seemed to come at my dripping prick from all directions, and for moments I was smothered in sweet sex-perfumed torsos and boobs and thrashing female mouths and hair and arms and legs ... and then something warm and soft and wet and wonderful slipped over my dong and cuddled it fiercely.

I knew at once that Francie had won out from the feel of her swimming little cunt with outer lips almost as prehensile as Jean's, so I felt through the thicket of young-woman bodies until I got a grip on her burgeoning little boobs and squeezed them, getting a wonderful succession of cunt-wriggles in response, and then slid them down to her bottom and around behind to give her sensitive arsehole a thorough tweaking.

Francie began sliding up and down on my throbbing cock like a piston sleeve and I fucked her as hard as my impeded position permitted, causing Jean, who was tongue-kissing me avidly, to slide off the side of the bed, dragging the rest of us to the carpeted floor after her.

Somehow, I emerged from the wild melee riding Francie dog fashion, still giving her butt-hole a workout while she bucked and bobbed her hot little cunt in front of me, carrying my cock in all directions with it. It was-I had a fugitive thought-definitely backside time in my family, and the sweet pounding of female buttocks against my loins was novel relief after the pounding they had taken from not-so-soft frontal assaults.

I kept going until, with a sobbing moan, little Francie of the green eyes and the insatiable cunt flattened out under me, going rigid as Anita had before her, and losing our genital contact. I rose to my knees, thinking two down and wondering how much longer I could keep going. I turned toward the bed, and there was Darlene's delicious clit right under my nose as her long slender satin-smooth legs went around my neck and pulled my mouth right into her cunt. She was lying on her back across the can-dlewick spread, or what was left of it, and had taken advantage of her opportunity as I turned her way while coming up.

I knew what she wanted and was nothing loath when it came to dishing it to her. Remaining on my knees, I pushed her shuddering thighs apart and gave her clit a licking until it stood right out of her way-forward crease like a third nipple, then caught it between my teeth and nibbled and nipped at it until she began to thrash and scream and beg for a mercy she did not really want.

The relatively thin flow of her pussyjuice grew more copious as she came, and covered my lower face as it overflowed her cunt and I could relish its taste as I mouthed her most intimate parts. Then I made a snake of my tongue and sent it whip lashing up her wide-open little hole, and she went rocketing off to Jupiter and beyond until I was once again forced to take a tight grip on the undersides of her thighs to restrain her action sufficiently to keep the tip of my tongue at the gates of her womb. I could hear her fists pounding on the bed on either side of us as I began working my mouthpiece rapidly back and forth within the narrow confines of its target.

Then something happened to my cock, which was protruding, still rock-rigid, under the bed, poking a dent in the side of the candlewick spread. All at once, it wasn't bumping its head against the nubble fabric but had slid into a little orifice that was slick and juicy as the inside of a ripe peach ... and a hell of a lot more exciting.

For a moment, I was bewildered, until short little legs locked themselves around my waist and tight little buttocks rubbed my half-spread thighs and sweet familiar cunt lips asserted their authority on the base of my cock with gut-tingling authority.

I knew then what had happened. Little Jean, seeing an opening for further gratification of her overgenerous sexual appetite, had noted that my prick was unoccupied while I had my tongue in Darlene's cunt atop the bed ... and had crawled underneath and lain on her back and inched her crotch up into my lap and supplied me with the most unexpected piece of butt I had yet received in my young life.

Talk about living ... this was it! With Anita and Francie still lying fucked out on the carpet, with my tongue deep in Darlene's cunt, sending her into raging spasms of wild rapture and with an unseen Jean sucking my still-thirsty prick up into her wonderful little tunnel of love, I knew that this Thanksgiving was one I would always be thankful for ... if I managed to live through it.

And suddenly I didn't even give a damn whether I survived it or not, so great was the fucking I was enjoying with my delicious three sisters and Anita. This was the summit, and I knew it.