Chapter 3

I needed a little time off after drilling Darlene's well, and the girls treated me as if I were a prince and they were my handmaidens. They propped me up on pillows in front of the fire and Francie mixed me a highball and then she and Laurette and Darlene went to the open kitchen at the far end of the big room and got busy preparing dinner.

Anita? She stayed right with me. It was her turn next, and she didn't intend to miss it.

All my sisters are beauties, each in her own individual way, each different from the others. Darlene is sort of a Diana type ... lithe and lean and with thin, beautifully trained lips and small boobs and a cloud of pale red hair that falls to her shoulders ... not to forget the upfront cunt I had just plumbed to a fare-thee-well.

Francie, with her sweet little body laden with baby fat and with that short little hole and those hungry lips at its gate, is something else entirely ... and just as delicious to fuck. Add her pouty little face with those green eyes and her mop of golden-streaked silver hair and you've got a dish succulent enough to stir the loins of a saint to the drooling-tool point.

Little Jean ... but Jean, like our stepmother, Missie, had not yet made the scene. She's got to be the twelve-year-old with one of the best educated little cunts in the world. It was Cousin George who drove the first spike into her hot little pussy a couple of years ago, and while George and I have our areas of disagreement, he can't be shorted in the screwing department. Certainly, he gave little Jean an education that rates a graduate degree in fucking, summa cum laude.

Anita ... well, even in clothes, my stepsister's body looked like a well wrapped basket of delicious fruits. Naked, as she was now, it looked like a cornucopia with all those goodies tumbling out all over the place. I haven't met her father, but he must have been a damned good-looking man ... for Anita was already more beautiful than Missie, her mother, and that's saying a hell of a lot.

From old movies I've seen, I'd say that Missie looks like Dolores del Rio and Lupe Velez rolled into one super-succulent jelly roll ... Anita's all of that and more, but she's got something all her own.

It was she who took my cherry in the warm Gulf water off the island where we spend our summers, so I felt I owed her something now. She sat squatted on her knees beside me, looking down at me with love in her great dark eyes, and I put my drink on the hearth and put out my right hand and cupped it gently around her satin-smooth buttocks.

She leaned over to push her sweet marshmallow of a mouth against mine, and her big, beautiful breasts spilled onto my chest and were sweetly flattened against me as she sent a busy little tongue darting in and out of my mouth like a suckling hummingbird. A softly firm little hand slid down over my belly to cup my balls and then to make an artificial cunt of itself around the lower portion of my still-flagging dong.

I pulled her tighter on top of me, gripping the lovely dome of a buttock in either hand, spreading them and working my fingers into the creaming crack between them. She moaned and thrust and wriggled those exuberant roundnesses against me and her hand gripped my cock so convulsively that I pulled my lips clear of hers and let out a yelp.

"I'm sorry, darling Jeff," she gasped, pushing herself upright over me. "I can't stand not having it in me much longer."

She wasn't kidding, either. Her near-black eyes were smoky with passion and I could feel the pussy-juice really spilling out of her hot little cunt. She worked herself down until she was squatting over my prick, pulling on it and trying to work it into her hole.

Her grab had cooled my joystick and she failed to make it ... but Anita was not a girl to give up, not when there was a piece of tail in front of her.

She uttered the Spanish edition of "shit" and pushed back her long, thick, glistening, blue-black hair, then reversed herself and went down on me, enveloping my recalcitrant cock with a mouth even softer than her tunnel of love.

That interesting portion of her anatomy was right up there in front of my face as she set to her cocksucking task with a will. Its lips were wide open and the gates of her vagina were ajar so that I could actually see up into her hole. The thick white cream picked up the leaping lights of the fire and actually made her cunt glisten.

I pulled it toward me and poked my tongue right into her hole, massaging the button just beyond it with both my thumbs. I could feel her reaction in the convulsive tightening of the soft lining of her mouth around my prick ... which was beginning to show signs of returning life under this delectable stimulation.

Man, I'd forgotten how good a two-way suck job actually felt!

I reveled in the sweet-sour taste of her flowing pussy and ran the long thin snake of my tongue as far into her hot hole as it would go

... and I have one hell of a long tongue, the kids used to kid me about it but not any more ... not since I've poked it into them where it does the most good.

As we sucked away at each other, I realized that fifty million Frenchmen are entirely right in preferring this form of sex to the orthodox variety ... not that straight fucking is not its own wonderful reward. But having your face buried in a loving girl's crotch while she swallows your manhood is a lot more intimate than merely poking your prick into her cunt ... after all, it brings four areas of sex into contact instead of just two.

It was terrific, all right, but there was just one drawback ... I couldn't kiss her nipples and, with Anita, that was the key to erotic madness, like Missie's bellybutton and Francie's arsehole. All you have to do is kiss one of her boobs while you're fucking her and she explodes all over the place.

It's fantastic....

Anita was in no hurry, bless her hot little heart. She brought me right up to the boiling point three times and then withdrew her lips and tongue in the nick of time and gave my jumping cock an airing to cool it off. In the meantime, I was thrusting and rolling my tongue around in her cunt and lapping up the cream that was spreading all over her crack and working her clit with both my thumbs and feeling her go into orbit every couple of minutes in spasms of voluptuous delight.

But it wasn't the big one we had waiting for us, and we both knew it ... and, after my third airing, she lifted that delicious rump from my face and reversed herself. My rod was a regular saber by this time, jutting right up under her as she planted herself with her cunny directly above it. She looked down at me, her face full of love and laughter, and said, "Look, pa, no hands!"

With these words, she lowered her dripping hole right over the head of my rampant cock and enveloped it slowly without manual assistance. It slid right into that wet wonderland like a homing pigeon, as easily as a sabre slicing through warm butter. With the pillows propping my back, I was half sitting up, and there, right in front of my face, were those twin ivory domes with their stiff little coral pinnacles jutting straight out.

I grabbed Anita right under the armpits and pulled her torso forward and gave her right tit a slow careful kiss. I flattened my lips around it and licked it gently with my tongue, then brought my teeth into play and bit it, worrying it back and forth the way I had just finished worrying Darlene's clit.

It was a good thing I had a firm grip on her, because she began to gasp and groan and shudder and her bottom went into a wild bossa nova that all but unseated her from her perch on my dong.

She began whimpering, "Don't, darling ... I can't stand it ... please don't ... please...! "

The last word was the only one she really meant, of course, because she was getting the balling of her young life ... and me right along with her. When she paused for a spasm, I transferred my attentions to her left tit, and that really detonated the thermonuclear explosion.

Anita let out a wild yip and grabbed me around the head and began pushing first one, then the other beautiful boob right into my face. As to what was happening in the basement at the same time, I don't really know how to describe it except that it was the wildest, most wonderful piece of butt I had had yet.

She rotated her steaming little cunt ... she rammed it up and down my cock ... she corkscrewed it ... she rolled it back and forth across me ... she combined all four fundamental motions into fantastic action. This time she was too far out to call a halt when my cock began bucking inside her hole and I was ready ... was I ever ready!

My sperm came boiling up out of my balls and exploded like a shotgun charge deep in her guts. Anita let out a string of Spanish obscenities and then her eyes rolled upward and she went rigid as a post. I thought for a moment she was dead and bit her left nipple just to find out ... and she whimpered and went into a second spasm with her legs flying straight out on either side in a split.

I could see the base of my cock through the hairs that surrounded it. The rest of it was thrust all the way up her hole ... and if the rest of her was in some sort of rigid orgasm, that part was far from dead. Those little magic muscles were expanding and contracting like they were breathing, doing wonderful things to my still erect prick.

But little Francie, who was on deck for the next inning, had been right alongside at the finish, knew damned well what had happened and was not going to let our stepsister cheat her out of her piece of butt. She called Darlene, and the two of them pulled her off me ... our sex-pieces made a weird sucking sound as they came apart ... and dragged her to the other side of the pile of carpets.

Francie was on me like a silver-gold kitten, licking Anita's pussy juice and my jizm from my dong and making sure it had no chance to subside. How she was able to get it into her sweet little mouth (or into her sweet little cunt for that matter) is a mystery ... but what Francie wanted, she got, and right now she wanted my cock in the worst way.

All my sisters took to sex as if it were swimming ... they wanted it young and they wanted it from me, thank God. But Francie seemed to go for fucking and sucking even more than Darlene or Jean or even Anita ... which was to say she was crazy for it, because the others would all rather fuck me than eat.

Little Francie reasoned quite correctly that my cock was growing tired and therefore needed something special in the way of stimulation. For a fourteen-year-old kid she was truly precocious ... and she had picked up just about everything there was to know about sex from her sister and me last summer on the island.

She must have been doing some homework at school during the long sex famine of the fall term, too ... because she squatted athwart my thighs and went to work on my cock like a master sculptor creating a figure to suit his imagine.

She molded it with the fingers of both hands, titillating the sensitive ridge along its underside with her tips until it began to assume even greater length than before.

Then she bent over, causing her half-grown boobs to thicken and fill, and applied her sweet little mouth to the labor of lust she was engaged in. She nibbled and sucked at my crown and rimmed it with her teeth, all the while gently massaging the base and the lower portion of the shaft. I could feel my cock give a convulsive leap as it added to its thickness and the stir of voluptuous excitement in my loins.

She sucked it a little longer until I felt it would burst, then withdrew her lips and ran her tongue slowly up and down its underside, sending waves of hot chills right through me. By this time I had a real flagpole going for me and she lifted her head and looked at it with green-eyed approval ... and then pushed it down with both hands and held it that way, causing even more blood to rush into its rod-like vessels, while she moved forward until she was in position right over it.

Then she let it go and it snapped back upward and right into her creaming little cunt. So great was its momentum that it might have slipped right out again as it sprang upward toward my belly ... had not her fabulous cunt lips gripped it tightly and held it full inside the target.

Then she looked down on me, her emerald eyes aglow with pleasure and her bottom rotating ever so gently and said, "Maybe I'm last but I'm not least, darling Jeff ... "

I let her do most of the delicious work for a time and she was more than ready, working up to a succession of early climaxes that were nothing but pleasure to my own loins. She had picked up the trick, somewhere, of reaching an orgasm and then coming to a shuddering halt while it worked itself through her body, savoring its voluptuous excitement, then beginning slowly to peak again once it had run its course.

Three, four times, I let her have this sport with me ... and then I decided it was time to get us both into orbit. The little devil had worked me up to a pitch with her beguiling technique until I knew I could come whenever I chose.

So when she peaked for the fifth time, I waited until her spasm of delight had all but passed through her dear little body ... then grabbed her buttocks and drove my thrusting prick right up into her past the gates of her womb and held her rump tight against my loins while I probed the core of her guts with a succession of up-drives, withdrawing slowly each time and then ramming my cock home like a trip hammer.

She went berserk but she wasn't strong enough to break my grip on her bottom and then, to finish things off right, I dug my thumbs into her tiny arsehole again, stretching its taut elastic rim and pulling her clit tighter against the top of my dong. Her spasms came so fast they seemed almost continuous and I knew she was really winging when she began to utter a string of four-letter words in grainy, sex-obsessed, accents and her body reddened with the flush of complete sexual fulfillment.

Only then did I let go my grip on her rump, and she literally went wild, thrashing about with it in all directions like a beheaded snake, and forcing me to grip her loins lest her wild movements cause us to split. She was gasping, "Oh, shit ... oh, fuck ... oh, suck ... oh, my God...! " as passion completely took possession of her and she rolled around so crazily with her maddened cunt that I was almost afraid she'd snap my stalk right off at the base.

When I felt my own time coming, I pulled her close and reveled in the feel of her soft baby fat, while her bottom went up and down and round and round like some sort of eccentric dynamo about to explode. When my sperm finally spurted, I really flattened her against my chest and belly and let her have the full load, way up somewhere inside her ... it felt like her diaphragm, so deep was I in her little body, and she said later on it felt the same way to her.

Then it was over for me ... and I do mean over ... and I held her sweat-sleek body close and diddled her sopping cunt until at last her spasms subsided. Then she cuddled against me dreamily and radiating nothing but love. When I kissed her gently, our lips tasted of salt ...

That was the start of the greatest fucking weekend I had ever experienced ... and while my experience may have been brief it had certainly been intensive back on the sun-swept island in the Gulf of Baja. I was spent and my stomach was growling so loud it echoed off the beams of the lofty lodge ceiling.

The other girls had everything ready by then and had put the piled-high platters on a low square table next to the heap of Indian carpets opposite the great fireplace. Except for a tureen of steaming chicken gumbo, everything was cold ... rare roast beef, chicken in aspic, a huge mixed salad with tomatoes, half-boiled eggs and anchovies, potato salad, tuna-fish salad and a long loaf of French bread with butter and three kinds of jam. For dessert, we had napoleons and, to drink, three magnums of cold duck. Dad and Missie had driven up the weekend before to stock the big hotel-type refrigerator-freezer for the Thanksgiving weekend, and they had done one hell of a job.

We sat around on the Indian blankets, eating off paper plates with our fingers mostly and it made the prettiest kind of picture ... my lovely sisters and Anita and Laurette, all of them naked and with the flickering firelight making endless patterns on their satin-sleek skins. We all got high on the sparkling cold duck and laughed and frisked around like the healthy kids we were ... but the girls must have made some sort of deal, because they left me alone, sexually at least.

That was okay with me ... after all, I'd been doing four times the work they had, and I was finished, shot down, for the time being. Not that I objected to the work, mind you ... hell, I'll love putting out that way as long as I live ... but I could only go just so long and come just so often without a real break.

As I looked at them, I marveled at the differences in their cunts and their bodies all over, and wondered what kind of a jerk it had to be who said all women are alike upside down. As you and I have reason to know, they were all as different from one another as day and night ... and not only in physical structure but in their personalities and reactions once my cock was sunk in their pussies.

They even creamed differently ... I thought Laurette was probably the most in that all-important department, but Anita ran her a close second, not only in the speed with which her pussy-juice began flowing once she was aroused and in the area it flooded, but in its thickness of content ... something else I had found had a lot to do with whether a girl was a truly fine fuck or not.

Little Francie came next and she was great, of course, but she was smaller in every way and not quite as copious. Darlene started her creaming later than the others and it was not as sticky ... but when she came, she really flooded the mattress with it.

But if I was shot down temporarily, the girls were not ... and once the meal was finished and the cold duck took its effect, they began to grow more and more playful with one another, kissing and squeezing tits and making passes at each other's cunts. The way they sprawled around on that pile of blankets made it almost like a living carpet of soft young girl arms and legs and bellies and boobs and lips and hair and cunts, cunts, cunts....

I just lay back there against the pile of pillows the girls had fixed for me and enjoyed the hell out of it while my pooped prick lay at a lazy half-mast. Once, Darlene looked up from Laurette's pussy, which she was busily sucking, and saw that I was not as dead as I had been and made a move to disengage from the black girl and join me ... but Laurette was having none of that.

She lifted her head and followed my oldest sister's gaze in the direction of my cock, then grabbed Darlene's head and rammed it back into her wiry-haired crotch and said, "You want to ruin the fun before it's half-over? Old Jeff won't be ready for at least another hour for the kind of workout we have in mind."

I wasn't sure she was right ... after all, my loins were beginning to stir with symptoms of returning lust ... but since I had no blueprint of the "workout" Laurette had mentioned, I decided to let the girls call the turn. I knew, in any event, that I was not going to have a lonely night ... not with that quartet of sizzling platters.

Laurette spasmed then and, when they had separated, said to Darlene, "Sweetie, you're so crazy for cock, I've got an idea. I saw something in that little old icebox."

She scrambled to her feet in a terrific disarray of glittering black curves and went to the huge refrigerator-freezer and opened the door. When she came back, she was carrying a two-foot length of junior salami ... you know, the kind that's two inches in diameter ... and tossed it to Darlene, saying, "Think you can hold that much, Darly?"

Darlene rubbed its shiny plastic surface and said, "Not dry like this."

"Then dig out some cold cream...."

Darlene did and the two girls greased the junior salami like a pig at an old-fashioned country fair ... and then, at Laurette's behest, they lay down on their backs with their cunts facing each other's about six inches apart, and Laurette gave Darlene a lesson on how to use an improvised double dildo. The natural curve of the sausage made it possible for each of them to insert an end deep in her cunt.

"Now don't try anything, Darly, just lie there and wiggle your cunt slowly sideways, back and forth, back and ... that's it, honey!"

Darlene was overcome by excitement and bucked her bottom, and the other end of the salami flew out of Laurette's bright vermilion cunt and Darlene grabbed hold of the artificial prick and began plunging in steadily in and out of her hole....