Chapter 4

By this time, little Francie and Anita were really going at it in a classic lesbian sixty-nine. From where I was sitting, I had a perfect line on Anita's tongue as it dug into Francie's creaming cunt. As they got more active, they began to heave and roll so vigorously that I wondered why my stepsister's free-swinging boobs didn't fly right off her beautiful chest.

"You ready for action, darling Jeff?...'cause if you are, it's my turn."

Laurette dropped to her knees alongside me and placed a hand flat on my pubic hairs and studied my half-erect dong with narrowed eyes. She really was something and I knew right then that, though she was the first black girl I had ever fucked, she was not going to be the last.

That terrific face looked even more beautiful from below in the round frame of her kinky natural, which topped her head like a Grenadier Guardsman's bearskin ... and the bare skin beneath was outlined in soft gold by the fire at her back. With her jutting cone-like tits, and her wildly stylized, curves, she looked like a modern African sculpture.

And that marvelously sexy scent that emanated from her already aroused pussy was enough by itself to send my prick outward and upward ... that musky, sweet smell that seemed to envelop the whole world when she was close and in this delightful condition and cry out that here was a female in heat begging for relief.

But she was no statue, praise Allah! I placed a hand flat on her belly, as she had put hers on mine, and felt the powerful muscles beneath the velvet-satin chocolate-brown flesh. Then I slid it down slowly and traced with my fingertips the path of her crack as it divided her hairless mons veneris.

Laurette's nostrils dilated and her breathing became both deep and ragged. She spread her knees enough so that I could run my hand down into her cunt and watch the bright red button of her clit pop into view as its membrane cover parted to let it protrude.

Her own hand moved down to my cock and gripped it convulsively, causing it to reach maximum length and thickness. For a long moment, we stayed just as we were, our hands on each other's fucking organs, our eyes riveted as we savored the beauties of the present and felt our guts turn over at the prospect immediately ahead for both of us.

It was lovely, but of course it couldn't last ... not with the sort of excitement that was surging in both of us. Laurette's lips parted and her tongue-tip emerged slowly and she ran it from side to side of her mouth while her huge eyes became slits that glittered with unendurable lust.

Then she uttered a little sound ... half-moan, half-grunt, and murmured, "Hot damn, darling ... hot damn!"

That was the trigger, of course. She slid over me and our bodies joined as if they had been created for that purpose alone and were not fully alive when apart. Usually, I've discovered, there are certain awkward acrobatics involved in the act of getting my cock into a cunt. Limbs, bodies and heads have to be adjusted to make the union comfortable and get it off to a happy start.

But there was nothing of awkwardness in this second fucking of Laurette. No manual assistance was needed at all as her hairless cunt, already sticky with pussy juice, swallowed my rampant cock as slickly as a serpent swallowing some smaller animal. It went into her in a single motion, and kept on going in and in until I felt as if the rest of my body was being drawn in after it. The muscles that lined her deep hole clutched it firmly and seemed to work it further and further into her guts.

Her snake-like arms slid up along my back and gripped my shoulder blades, all but flattening the firm cones of her boobs against my rib cage. My hands slid down along the sleekness of her flanks, savoring each curve and undulation, until I got a firm grip on her taut buttocks and pulled her cunt down even tighter over my prick until I could feel my hairs grind into the sleek and slippery softness of her hairless pussy.

Our lips met and our mouths opened and her tongue and mine met in mid-passage and twined lovingly around one another. The wonderful aroma of her pussyjuice enveloped us again as we lay there, motionless, embedded in one another, not daring to move lest we spoil the sheer perfection of the moment in which we were both so happily trapped.

Then she made a slight movement of her cunt, a tiny circular movement, and I followed it with my cock, so that it remained in its relative position, imbedded in her tunnel like a well-loaded shish kabob skewer. She stopped and broke our tongue-kiss and sat upright on my loins, her nostrils opening even wider and the tip of her bright pink tongue protruding through her full lips.

Her breath left her lungs in a hissing sigh, and she murmured, "Jesus, man, you are good!"

It felt as if I were fucking a jar of honey as she picked up the motion again and I continued to follow. I lifted my hands from her firm round nates and slid them around and down the slant of her loins until my thumbs reached the top of her hairless crack. I opened it with them and massaged downward until they were opening wide the top of her labia major with the vermilion head of her clit pushed forward by the pressure of my thick prick. She was effusing that marvelous sticky jam from her cunt, and her scent grew more and more provocative.

And all the while her bottom was rotating slowly and I was following her every move. When she stopped, I stopped ... when she began circling her cunt again, I circled with her. Each time she started again, the movement got wider and wilder, and I matched her all the way ... until she spasmed in a sudden crazy motion I could not follow and went rigid while the cream poured out of her like a fountain.

I wanted to take command, but I hadn't found the key to unlock her yet, the way I had with Anita's tits or Darlene's up-front clit or little Francie's arsehole ... or Missie's bellybutton. Maybe I hadn't been fucking very long, but I'd found out that, once you find an erotic key to a woman and can send her into orbit whenever you want, you're the man in charge.

The problem with Laurette was that I hadn't found it yet ... hell, maybe she didn't know it herself. Until I did, I was just a passenger, going along for the ride. Not that that was bad, mind you ... she was the most terrific piece of tail I'd had yet in my short career of sex ... but even though I was impaling her halfway to her lungs, and even though she was having herself a ball, I was not running the show, which meant she was not getting the maximum of pleasure out of it ... which in turn meant she was not giving me everything she had.

What she had was terrific, even though I hadn't yet managed to drive her up the wall, so I decided to stay in there and enjoy it. After all, what worthwhile option did I have? She flattened those beautiful cones against my chest again and grabbed me tight and rolled us over and planted her feet wide apart and began fucking me with a cunt that seemed to be moving every which way at once.

We went round and round ... then we went from side to side ... then we moved up and down as she brought every educated muscle in her satin-velvet brown body into the action. And I kept my cock right there where it had been from the beginning, except when she spasmed, which was about once a minute.

By this time, her head was rolling back and forth in wild abandon, and the twin rows of her glittering white teeth were bared, less than an inch from my right shoulder. I didn't want her to sink them in my flesh, so I clapped a hand over the lower half of her convulsing face while the rest of her thrashed about on the piled-high blankets like a beached seal.

Talk about a perpetual motion machine ... Laurette hadn't merely invented it, she was it!

And all the time, more and more of her central area was being flooded and made sticky-smooth with the flow of her sex-sap ... which meant more and more of me was getting it, too. When I sucked in my belly to get it clear, the separation of our abdomens made a noise like a loud fart. But Laurette was in the midst of a spasm and didn't even pause at the pistol-shot sound.

My cock had come out of her cunt maybe an inch when I sucked in, and her cunt lips leaped after it like a snake and caught it and held it tight and drew it back inside all the way while she began rolling from side to side with her long brown legs locked around my mid-section and her heels drumming a tattoo on my rump.

She began uttering meaningless rhythmic grunts as her orgasm clung and deepened. Only the whites of her huge eyes were showing through the slits of her lids and her nipples, atop those cone-like boobs of hers, were jutting into my chest like twin cupolas. Then she stopped rolling and planted her feet wide again and bridged her body upward beneath mine and went into a really crazy series of zigzagging motions that began to stir the embers of my own orgasm.

Just then, Darlene, who had finished diddling herself with the junior salami, thrust one of the pillows that had been piled at my back right under Laurette's churning buttocks. I had thought my penetration into her cunt was complete, but with that thick pillow pushing her pussy right up in the air toward me, I must have gained at least another inch.

I felt the head of my cock slide past internal workings they had not reached in our previous endeavors, and Laurette emitted a noise that sounded like a cat when it jumps into a full bathtub and her knees fell apart and I pulled out my prick and felt the jizm begin to surge up from my balls into the discharge passageway.

I rammed it back into her even harder than before and held her tight against me while I sprinkled her womb with a full load of sperm. She uttered a long sobbing sigh and then went limp and I knew I had fucked her right out of this world, even though I had yet to find the key I was looking for that would enable me to send her into orgasm any time I wanted to do so.

I pulled out of her and my cock glittered with pussy-juice and sperm in the firelight ... and Darlene, who must have been watching our performance for some time, was on it like a lithe young panther, licking and sucking it clean. When she finished that sweet chore, she pulled me over with her and slid my still-stiff cock into her up-front cunt.

I said, "Honey, I don't think I can come again in a month of Sundays."

Massaging my balls gently while she rolled my dong around in her heavenly passage, she grabbed me tight and said in my ear, "You never know till you try."

There were moans of anguish from the deserted Laurette then, as the milk-chocolate girl emerged from her fucking faint and fell prey to agonized aftermath ... only to subside as out of the corner of my eye, I saw little Francie move in on her and begin sucking her still-creaming pussy. Anita suddenly appeared in my action with Darlene, trying to pull us apart and crying, "It's my turn, you chiseler. It's my turn."

"That's your fault for not being ready," replied Darlene. We were lying on our sides and she went into orgasm at that minute, barely able to get the words out coherently as she spasmed and creamed. After Laurette's prodigious pussy-juice, my oldest sister's was like skimmed milk to cream ... but it was sweet for all that and I was enjoying the relative gentleness of fucking her after the tornado of Laurette.

I pushed her off me then, because she had come and it was Anita's turn and I didn't know how many more good shots I had left in me that night, even though I was still going strong. Laurette was lying back with the cushion still under her beautiful brown rump, while little Francie's silver-gold head offered startling contrast to the older girl's milk-chocolate skin as she sucked busily at the wide-open pussy in front of her.

Anita wanted to climb right onto my prick, but I had other ideas. I grabbed a pair of the thick cushions and planted my stepsister's rump right on them so that her cunt was a full foot higher than her shoulders. Then I parted her legs wide and poked my rampant prick up the flower-bordered garden hole looking right at me.

I thought I had already plumbed Anita's very depths, but just as with Laurette, once her cunt was elevated, I got into her further than I ever had before-or anyone else had either, from the way Anita reacted. She actually let out a yelp of alarm that quickly became a moan of ecstasy as I pumped my rigid dong in and out of her sweet dripping cunt, taking long slow straight strokes as I pumped not only the flanged entrance but the top of her womb.

She cried, "Oh, Jesu ... Oh, dios!" and then, "Madre de dios!" and her arms fell backward stretching her round globes almost flat and leaving no parts of us in contact except our fucking pieces and the areas immediately around them. But somehow she managed to keep her cunt alive, even though she could not embrace me with anything else.

It thrust and rolled and rotated and behaved not merely as if it wished to devour my cock but to digest it as well. It offered a nice novelty for me and my stepsister seemed to be getting tremendous jollies out of it ... and the down-pressure of the position on my prick caused me to come a lot quicker than I had thought possible. I laid a delivery deep in her guts and then pulled out and Anita rolled off the cushions, crying, "Jesu! My back's broken, I think ... "

Then, scrambling around the cushions to fling her arms around me and plant a loving kiss on my lips, "But I'll do it again ... it's worth it."

"Not now you won't," I told her. "I've got to get some sleep."

It was true. As the sexual excitement of my recent triple bout subsided, I was suddenly bone-tired-yes, my bone was as tired as the rest of me. All I wanted to do was lie down by the fire and sleep until my strength was restored through rest.

But little Francie had other ideas ... and she did have another turn coming.

I love all my sisters, and my half-sister, but

I have a special spot in my heart for Francie. After all, she was the only one who gave me her cherry. Anita and Darlene had both been fucked before Anita swallowed my virgin shot of sperm with her cunt ... and even little twelve-year-old Jean, the youngest of us all, had been screwing for a year or two before I got my rocks off in her crazy little coosie.

Besides, Francie is so damned cute with her little pouting bud of a mouth and those bright green eyes and gold-silver hair and her breasts just blossoming from the little-girl body with its delicious layer of baby fat. Add the precocious lascivious streak that seems to run right through our family, and you'll find her irresistible.

Maybe she wasn't as expert as Anita or Laurette, but she was really hungry for my meat in her tunnel of love, and as endearing as a mischievous little kitten the way she frisked around me, planting kisses on my lips, on my chest and stomach, finally on my drooping cock. She gathered my drained balls up gently in her little hands while she made a cunt of her mouth and sucked my flagging rod up into it and began pulling on it gently while she ran her tiny tongue slowly up and down its length.

I planted my hands in her silver-gold mop of tousled hair and began to guide her for maximum effect while the other three girls looked on languidly, reminding me of one of those Ingres harem scenes we had in art class ... except that Ingres's models, whoever they were, were not half as pretty and sexy as my family harem with its terrific brown-skinned guest.

Laurette, watching the proceedings thoughtfully, said over the neck of an open bottle of cold duck, "That kid's going to be something else when she's a year or two older ... look at the way she's making darling Jeff grow."

"Francie's something else right now," I said, giving her tangled burnished mop a caress of appreciation, for indeed her efforts were restoring life to my sagging sex piece.

Looking down at the action, I could not only feel but see it grow, forcing Francie's head further and further away from my cock as it waxed too great for her little mouth to encompass. Lifting her lips from it with a final terrific piece of suction, she uttered a little cry of delight, gave it a roll with both hands that caused its head to leap up into view between her thumbs, and scrambled astride me, lifting her honey-sweet rump to give it clearance, then settling her cunt down on it with a soft little cry of happiness.

"I made it ... I made it!" she said, wriggling a little as she worked it as far into her short tunnel as it could go without rupturing her womb.

"You made it," I said, moaning with delight as her long pussy lips extended themselves to reach the very base of my again-rampant cock and fastened their octopus-like membranes tight around it.

I knew I was going to have to make this a quickie if I was to be any good in the immediate future ... and where I didn't know the key to Laurette's instant orgasm spot, I did know little Francie's, as I've already told you a couple of times. I let her get going for a couple of minutes and even helped her along with a few up-thrusts and withdrawals of my dong that sent her into a pair of mild spasms.

Just after she peaked the second time, I punched her button ... rather, her arsehole, for that was the sensitive portion of her adorable anatomy that spelled cyclonic ecstasy. Thanks to the shortness of her plump little torso, I was able to try something different this time.

Instead of merely grabbing her plump little buttock-melons and spreading them and digging my thumbnails into her Number Two cavity, I reached around and jammed both middle fingers up into it, spreading her rectum until I feared the skin would split around it.

Francie screamed and came to a dead halt, then rippled with some kind of reaction and then went up in smoke. I lost my grip in her hole as she went through a dozen different gyrations at once, but my cock stayed right where it belonged and the loss of butt contact didn't matter, since she was already off and running like mad.

She came down so hard and often on the top of my prick that I really thought I was going to punch right through the top of her womb or have my dick jammed back into my own guts ... until I got her thrusts timed well enough so that I could give with her cunt-punches.

Her bright metallic hair was tumbling all over the place and her little tits were bobbing up and down and around like insanity itself and her belly and pelvis rolling everywhere at once and it should have been as terrific for me as it was for her except that I knew I was near the end of my hawser.

So I just concentrated on coming quickly, and believe me, under the circumstances, it wasn't hard to do. The jizm churned in my loins and roiled through my balls and then rose up through my tube and spurted into her. For a moment, it felt great and then I let out a yell or two myself. Little Francie was so deep in her orgasm that she didn't realize what was happening and kept her cunt churning up and down and around on my discharging cock right through the whole bit.

Maybe that sounds good, but when I come, I want all the rest of the action to cease until I cease firing. I like to hold the girl close as hell and have her hold me the same way, and then let her open up wide to receive my goodies. A little movement's okay, of course, but having her still going like crazy actually hurt me instead of giving me pleasure.

I pulled out of her and motioned the other girls to have one of them help her from being hung up on the wall by my sudden break-off while she was still at her crest. Laurette crawled over and flattened the squirming Francie by placing a hand flat on her belly and then dipping that beautiful bushy head of hers into Francie's fluttering cunt ... just as Francie had done for her after I'd been forced to leave the milk-chocolate marvel hanging.

The hell of it was that my dripping prick was still stiff as an old-fashioned ramrod and beginning to ache like hell. It was Darlene, bless her, who noted my plight and came over to give my sore dong the servicing it needed just then, sliding it into that sweet sheath of hers and settling down contentedly beside me with her small breasts, nipples erect, pressing me gently.

"Just let it lie there, honey," I whispered as grunts and sucking sounds came from the other three, who had formed a les-tribadite combo with Anita sucking off Laurette, while Laurette sucked off Francie, and Francie sucked off Anita in a wild flurry of legs and arms and cunts and torsos on the other side of the blanket pile.

"I know, darling Jeff, I know ... " Darlene whispered, holding me close and relaxing against me while I relaxed against her ... every part of me but my prick, which seemed to have developed a permanent aching hard. It was still sore and ramrod stiff when I fell asleep a few minutes later, but it felt a hell of a lot better housed in my oldest sister's cunt.