Chapter 11
As little Jean began banging me harder and harder under the bed, I dug into Darlene harder and harder with my tongue. I know the word bang is usually applied only to what a man does to a woman when he fucks her ... but the way things were then, my mobility downstairs was limited (to put it mildly), and Jean was a Lolita who could carry all the action herself without half trying ... and, believe me, right then she was busting her guts to make things happen between us.
I'd had more than my share of super-active cunts in my brief but rich experience of fucking, but what my twelve-year-old sister was doing to my prick could have been a lesson to the most expert whore in the world....
She gripped the base of my cock so tightly I would have yelled for help if I could have ... but Darlene was grabbing the base of my tongue so tightly in her hot hole that I was literally bound and gagged by sex. Then, before my cock strangled, she released her labial grip on it and began sliding her creaming pussy up and down and around on it until it began to buck in her hole. Then she forced it into her velvet passage as far as it would go, gripping its root again with her lips, but not so painfully hard as before.
Instead, she worked those long cunt lips of hers like a Muscle Beach boy making his biceps do tricks. She tightened and loosened them, sending shivers of delight all over my body and then, holding my prick with delicious firmness, slid up and down on it in two-inch thrusts and withdrawals, maintaining her grip all the way.
I matched her rhythm with my tongue in Darlene's long slender sheath, and she began to convulse in regular tidal waves as total orgasm took over her beautiful lithe body. I gave the tip of my tongue a hard rotary twist that dilated her womb gates and sent her spinning along the same rigid route Anita and Francie had already traveled ... and pushed my loins forward at the same time, sending Jean into a wild spasm of rapture just as my own sperm came roiling up through my dick and blasted the very core of her hot little body, causing her to let out a shrill scream and tighten her legs and cunt around me so hard I pulled my tongue clear of Darlene's juicing box and let out a yelp of anguish.
Then Jean relaxed all over and her legs and cunt slid away from me and, when I pulled clear and got to my knees, the soles of her feet, wide apart, protruded from under the bed, motionless as the feet of a tiny corpse ... while atop the bed Darlene lay flat on her beautiful back, dead to the world.
I had fucked all four of them unconscious in a single session!
Anita, who had recovered, was sitting on the foot of the bed when I half-climbed, half-fell on top of it. There were love and admiration in her beautiful black eyes as she said, "Jesus, darling Jeff ... you've got to be Clark Kent without a blue union suit!"
I didn't feel like Superman just then ... I felt like a football tackling dummy at the end of a hard season and told her so. Anita laughed and gave my now-limp dong a loving pull and said, "I guess the poor tired thing has earned a recess."
"You can say that again," I told her.
So the little minx said, "I guess the poor tired thing has earned a recess." Then, growing serious, "It's been a terrific fun-fuck, darling Jeff, but it still doesn't solve the problem."
My wits were scattered all over the room, and it took me a few seconds to get what she was driving at. Then I said, "You mean Laurette?"
She nodded, said, "We've got to do something about her."
"You want to put her out in the snow again?"
"I don't know what we can do, darling Jeff ... but there's only you and your father here with Cousin George back East, and she's an outsider and getting more than her share."
"You can say that again," said Francie, her green eyes blazing. "She's been locked in with father ever since ne got here."
Anita said, " ... she's an outsider and getting more than her share."
Francie said, "I'm serious, Anita ... stop clowning, will you?" She ran a beautiful little hand through her short silver-gold hair.
I got off the bed and found I could stand ... though I'd have hated to try a jog around the lodge just then, even if the ground hadn't been snow-covered. I said, "Before I make any suggestions, I'd like to look into the situation...."
"That's the trouble," cried Anita. "Laurette has him locked in that big bedroom at the end of the hall."
Tiny Jean came out from under the bed then on her hands and knees and I helped her to her feet. She gave me a hug of thanks for the fucking I had just given her and then a lingering kiss on the cock, which she could reach almost without bending, thanks to being such a short little girl.
When she finished, she looked up brightly and said, "You mean the big bedroom at the west end of the lodge?"
"I guess so," said Anita. "You know I'm no good at directions."
"Except when you're aiming your twat at darling Jeff," teased Darlene, sitting up and shaking herself like a beautiful red-haired setter emerging from the surf.
"Oh, come on!" said Jean, moving toward the door. "If it's that room, then, I know something you don't know."
The four of us came trooping after her along the carpeted corridor, and Jean led us into a small bedroom next to the one behind which Laurette and our father were doing whatever they were doing. She put a tiny finger to her lips and led the way to a long colored print of the New York skyline our Uncle Joe (who inherited a share of the lodge along with dad) had had set in the wall.
I'd always wondered what that New York scene was doing there ... it seemed so out of place in the Southern California mountains ... but I got the picture (some joke, hah!) when my twelve-year-old kid sister felt along the bottom of the molding that framed it and pressed some kind of a hidden button.
Instantly, the picture slid down inside the wall and we were looking through what had to be a two-way mirror that revealed most of the bigger bedroom on its other side ... the big bed was right in the middle of our view and there was father, thick-muscled, red-haired, red-bearded and red of armpit and pubes, a big man in every sense of the word including his prick....
We had to call on memory for that last, because it was buried to the hilt in Laurette's rocketing cunt. The beautiful black girl had built a regular tower of pillows under her black-satin butt, and the old man was up on his knees, giving it to her. He pulled his dong part way out of her scarlet pussy and then rammed it into her with a zigzag weave of hip that showed me he was in charge.
I felt a thrill of pride to be the son of such a virile father as he pulled it out again and then rammed it back into the squirming, convulsing black beauty so hard that she emitted a moaning sigh and locked her legs around his buttocks and drummed on them with her heels as her whole body erupted in a tremendous climax.
I grabbed Jean and whispered, "Can they hear us, too, in there?"
She said, in her normal clear tones, "Not unless I push this button..." indicating another corner of the trick-picture molding.
"Hold it," I said.
Jean's gray eyes narrowed. "You got an idea, darling Jeff?"
I said, "We're witnessing a great performance ... and since I feel our father has again earned our respect, I think he and his partner deserve a round of applause when they finish. We want to let them know how much we appreciate the show they're putting on for us."
Francie frowned and said, "I don't see how...."
Darlene shushed her with, "Shut up, dear ... it's a great idea, Jeff." She slipped an arm around my waist and nuzzled my arm with her lips, giving my dong a loving squeeze with her free hand as she did so.
It was still limp ... but I knew damned well it wasn't going to remain that way much longer under the double stimulus it was getting. As we watched, Laurette's milk-chocolate legs and arms slid away from Dad's thrusting body and she lay atop the pile of pillows like some ancient African princess being sacrificed on a jungle altar to some primitive god of love. Her conical boobs were still pointed straight up and the old man was holding her steady by using them as control knobs while he drove his iron cock relentlessly in and out of Laurette's obviously creaming pussy.
Her cunt was the only part of her still moving, but it more than made up for the inertia of the rest. It quivered and thrust and rolled and seemed actually to snap at Dad's dripping dick each time it pulled part way out of her hole. She was really having herself a come, and I couldn't help wondering if she was getting more out of the old man than she had out of me.
Just then, he went into a mammoth orgasm himself. His face went almost as red as his hair and he drove his cock into her suffusing cunt so hard it made her whole body rock ... then held it there while he spent his jizm deep in the core of Laurette's body, squeezing her hard pointed boobs hard to hold her on top of her improvised altar of love.
My own cock had returned to the land of the living with unexpected rapidity, and Darlene, dropping to her knees on the carpet in front of me, was giving me the same type of treatment I had just finished giving her back in the other bedroom. She was giving my cock such a rim-job, in fact, that I forgot to give little Jean the signal to turn on the amplifier as Dad and Laurette climaxed.
But the cute little devil did it anyway and led the other two girls in handclapping and cheers ... Darlene, of course, being unavailable for either at that moment having her hands on my balls and the root of my rod while she was sucking and lapping the rest of it in her velvet-lined mouth....
But when I saw the look on father's face as he pulled his cascading cock out of Laurette's dripping cunt and got out of bed, I pulled my cock out of Darlene's mouth and dropped to my hands and knees under the two-way picture mirror. The last time I had seen him that angry, he had beat the daylights out of me for getting drunk on his booze two summers earlier on the island.
I was two active years bigger and stronger now, but he was still too much man for me ... in a fight anyway ... so I crawled to the door and got out of there, pausing only long enough to put a finger to my lips and point to my own chest. Then I scrambled down the corridor and made it safely to the living room before Dad opened the big bedroom door at the end behind me.
Missie was just in the act of slamming shut the oven door on our Thanksgiving turkey as I stepped up into the raised kitchen area at the north end of the big room with its blazing fire in the stone grate.
She had nothing on but an apron that covered her from throat to knees and protected her otherwise nude body against splashings of hot fat from the stove. Thus, her gash was completely exposed between its two delicious flanking hillocks, with its two holes staring at me like the two vertically set eyes of a modern camera.
As she straightened up, they disappeared into her crotch and the double dimples winked back into being in the hollows of her nates, dimples that Anita had inherited from her mother and that made both of their rumps irresistible to any male eyes lucky enough to see them.
The sight of this erotic valley of desire re-stimulated my prick, which had waned a little during my flight from the bedroom after being so thoroughly stimulated both by the spectacle of Dad fucking Laurette and by Darlene's provocative suck-job.
I may have been fucked out a few minutes earlier, but I was raring to go now. My bare feet made no noise as I stalked my stepmother from behind, thanks to the deep fuck carpeting that covered the kitchen-area floor. I slid my arms around her waist under the apron and pulled her toward me.
Missie jumped a foot and let out a squawk of alarm ... a squawk that turned into a cooing sound as, by bending my knees, I was able to slide my scimitar-curved dong into her crack from the rear.
"Jesu, darling Jeff, how you scared me!" she cried, wriggling her rump to draw my dong further along the cleft that led to her clit.
The movement had the added bonus effect of starting her generous coozy to creaming, thus giving my prick lubrication to slide still further into her crotch. I could feel the top of its head push between the lips of her cunny and the little pop of added pressure as her clit came dancing out of its housing and pushed its way into my foreskin, adding to the mounting pleasure that was coursing through both of us.
"The apron...." she pleaded. "Untie it, darling Jeff."
I did so with fumbling fingers, for my cock was sliding back and forth in that now well-greased crotch and moving further into her grasping, juicing cunt with each thrust. She pulled it off over her raven dark head when I finally got the two knots unraveled and I had the whole of her beautiful passionate body again unhampered by clothing of any description.
I cupped a full gorgeous breast in each hand and gave it a workout and she leaned back against me and shuddered as I buried my face in a hollow of her throat and kissed the smooth flesh with lips and tongue ... but she didn't stay that way long, since the gesture all but pulled my cock out of her crack.
She bent forward again, thrusting her rump up into my abdomen and went into a slow grind a belly dancer would have envied. She whispered, her usually low soft voice hoarse with an access of passion, "How sweet of you, darling Jeff. I've been going crazy thinking of all of you fucking in comfort while I'm stuck here ... but somebody has to cook the dinner...."
I slid my right hand down from her erect nipple and placed my thumb and forefinger against her protruding bellybutton, the key to her garden of ecstasy. She stopped pumping her rump back into my loins and remained absolutely motionless, as if she had been hit by a paralysis ray like some character in a science fiction movie.
Then I began massaging her navel gently, and she went into one of those series of undulating shock-waves that sends me all the way to the funny farm and back ... and then, tightening my grip on both her navel and her left nipple, I gave both of them a good, hard twisting pinch.
Missie didn't exactly erupt under such stimulus ... it was more like an explosion of Krakatoa, with her whole top blowing up in a single instant explosion ... except that it was not only her top that exploded but her bottom as well, and everything else in between.
It would have been great but for one thing ... her detonation was so sudden and so wild that it even caught me unprepared, and my cock came flying out of her rump with the first real bump of her pelvis. She let out a scream and I let out a yelp and then our hands got all tangled up as we both tried to put my tool back to use in the crack it was longing to fill.
The action was so frantic we blew it completely, and I tripped her up accidentally and she fell forward on the thick fuck carpet on her hands and knees ... rather, on one hand and her knees, for the other hand had grabbed hold of my handle through her crotch and dragged me right down after her, willy nilly ... or I would have risked having her pull it out by the roots, so convulsive was her grip on it once she found it again.
Holding it that way, she could not stuff it into her ravening cunt, but she guided it to the gates of her personal heaven and pleaded, "Por dios, carissimo Jeff, put it in where it belongs before I lose my mind!"
I said, "Anything to oblige, darling Missie," and pushed myself forward, holding her tight by the loins, as my rampant cock slid into the well juiced inner surfaces of her tunnel of love.
She uttered a little groan of satisfaction and wriggled her rump back into my loins until we were locked tightly together, dog fashion, with her clit rubbing the base of my prick's underside and my crown poking into her womb and putting pressure on the rear rather than the front of her vagina.
Missie was in no condition to remain still for long ... not with my sabre poking into her guts upside down. She began wriggling like an eel as my hands slid to the flanks of her satin-smooth waist and around toward her bellybutton again.
"Jesu ... no!" she gasped, but I was past taking direction from anybody, even my stepmother. Nor did she truly want me to obey her....
This time, when I tweaked her button, I used my left hand, holding her pelvis firm and tight against my own belly in the circle of my right arm ... and once the detonation was achieved, I locked my other arm around her as well. But even so, I damned near lost her completely.
Talk about riding a bucking bronc ... and I've ridden a few of those as a kid ... this was wilder than any rodeo ride I ever saw. Don't ever let anyone kid you that women are the weaker sex ... at least not where sex is concerned.
That big muscle they've got right there in the pelvis, the cervix muscle I think it is, the one that gets them through the chore of child-bearing, is a lot more powerful than any muscle a mere man can build.
The way she drove her bottom in and out and around and around and up and down and on every kind of a crazy bias was incredible. And once she got it really going, she never wanted to let up. She began coming so fast it seemed continuous, with no letups between the spasms, and her cream got so thick it was like library paste Where our fucking pieces were grinding out a punchboard code to indefinite bliss.
When I came the first time in that tornado of utter sex, it was like a leaking faucet in a cloudburst, and I don't think Missie even knew I'd sent a full shot of sperm into her churning womb ... in any case, my climax didn't even break the wild rhythm of her own fucking beat.
I had to shift my grip as her body got sweaty about then and began to slide out of control, and by accident I brushed her navel again with my left wrist ... and, whammo! ... the tempo and movement got crazier still. My poor aching prick didn't even have a chance to lie down for an intermission, and before I really thought it could happen, I was spurting my hot lava into her wild womb a second time.
This time, I wanted her to know I had come, so I really squeezed her bounding pelvis tight into my loins when I let her have the shot, spreading her cunt lips wide and mashing them flat against my groin as I let her have it and almost flattening my balls against the base of her nates.
She got the message, I guess, Or the brief pause had brought her down a little from whatever peak she was riding, because she began to slow her motions ... and as she did so, I was careful not to rub her bellybutton a third time. Baby, I'd had it for the time being ... and felt as if I'd had it for all time.
Only then did I become aware that we had acquired a cheering gallery. Dad and the girls, including Laurette, were giving Missie and me the same semi-derisive treatment I had had the girls give him and Laurette maybe half an hour before ... and from the way they were all laughing and hugging, I could tell that whatever enmity had been rising between the beautiful black girl and my sisters had been laid to rest.
That is, if laid is exactly the word ... is it?