Chapter 5
When I woke up, my dick was still housed in Darlene's cunt, what there was of it. During the hours I had slept, my erection had subsided, but the nubbin of my virility remained locked in her marvelously accessible hole. Our hairs were still entwined and so stuck with dried sweat and pussyjuice that, when I pulled away from her slumbering body, they actually hurt. Darlene uttered a little cry of discomfort as I disengaged our locked bodies but did not wake up as
I rolled away from her and sat up, still drugged and wondering where I was and why--
The five of us were still there on the big blanket bed with the cushions strewn around, the scene lighted dimly by the dwindled fire in the big grate. As consciousness slowly returned, I looked lovingly at the delightful heaps of naked female curves surrounding me ... Anita and Francie still entwined like angels in one another's soft "arms, Laurette on her side with her brown panther body facing me in all its savage splendor, Darlene where I had left her nearer the hearth.
For the moment, desire lay dead within me, at best flickered faintly like the fire. I fondled my dormant cock and could barely feel the touch of my fingers. My entire stomach ached from the exercise it had taken during the evening past and I felt as stiff and sweat-fouled as during the bus ride back from the school practice field after a two-hour football scrimmage on a hot September afternoon.
My armpits stunk even worse than the rest of me, and I was seized with overwhelming desire for a bath. I got up with all the fluid ease of a sexagenarian and padded swiftly toward the bathroom at the end of the room alongside the open kitchen. It was a large room with two levels, the upper one containing a seven-foot tub built to my father's dimensions. There was no shower ... that function was filled in warmer weather by the swimming pond just outside.
Right then, I didn't want a shower ... I needed to relax in hot water and cook the stiffness out of my sex-sore body. I even dumped half a bottle of pine oil into the tub to make me feel cleaner when I emerged. Then I scrubbed myself with a soap-filled sponge while the water rose around me and finally lay back in it with the water up to my chin.
Right then, I felt happy to be alone, knowing the feast that awaited resumption just beyond the door. But I wasn't alone long....
Laurette slid through the door, her milk-chocolate hide in striking contrast to the lemon-yellow door and walls, the cones of her terrific breasts still outthrust and begging for fond attentions. Her heavy-lidded eyes widened to twin half-moons as she saw me lying in the pine-oil slick water. Without a word, she sat on the John and emptied her bladder, in the course of which she flashed me a laughing look and stuck out her coral-pink tongue at me.
When she was finished, she stood up and said, "That's what you get for running so much water."
She came over and looked down at me, regarding my sadly diminished prick with interest. Then she said, "Used up already, white boy?"
I felt a small ripple of resentment and said, "Just resting it for a while. Remember, it's been doing quadruple duty all evening."
She shivered and said, "It's cold in here. Mind if I join you to keep warm?"
"Come on in." I moved over in the king-sized tub to make room for her. "The water's fine."
She slipped in there with me like a diver, without a splash or a ripple. There we were, sitting Turkish fashion, facing each other, with her terrific boobs just touching the pale green water. She crossed her arms over her shoulders and said, "Brrrr! It's still cold."
Then she slid herself into the water up to her neck, opening her legs to fork them around me and bringing her crotch right up against my temporarily diminished dong. When she sat up, her sinuous brown arms went around my neck and she held me loosely with the tips of her boobs brushing my bare chest.
Even as they touched me, they popped into twin erections that I could actually feel digging into my flesh. She saw what I was looking at and laughed with delight and pushed her hairless cunt down against my cock and went into a sort of sitz-shimmy that caused a definite reaction by my fucking piece.
She said, "Oh-oh! Something happening down there." Then, disengaging one hand, she dipped it down underwater between us and, lifting her satin rump slightly, tucked my burgeoning cock into her hot little hole, settling down on it with a sinuous motion and a murmur of contentment.
"There!" she said, again clasping me around the neck when our union was complete. "Now we can talk ... I've been wanting to get you alone ever since I saw you back at the school."
She was something else. I said, "What'll it be ... the weather?"
She cocked her beautiful Afro-face on one side and considered the subject with mock-gravity, said, "That wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but it merits discussion."
"It does?" My prick had forgotten its battle fatigue and was moving further and further up the marvelously slick velvet-lined loving cup in which it lay ... or rather stood. I gave my loins a twirl just to sample the delightful action, and she responded sweetly but then ground to a halt.
She said, "It merits discussion, all right, darling Jeff ... man, how right we feel fucking together!"
"You can say that again, darling ... " I gave her creaming cunt another punch with my cock, and this time she came, gripping me tightly and sending her crazy little bottom all over the bathtub at once.
When it subsided, she pulled her tongue out of my mouth and said, "What a piece of cake!" Then, regaining a measure of control, "I took a look out the window on my way in here. It's snowing like hell."
"So ... ? "
"So I've got a feeling we may be shut in here tomorrow. Maybe the others won't get through."
"That's bad?" I began giving it to her some more and she fought to hold onto herself with her lush pomegranate lips tight ... but when I gave it a spiral twirl with my knob right up in her womb, she exploded with a moan and began fucking like a lunatic, so wildly that I was forced to hang on while she played pincushion with her cunt and my cock.
That blunt instrument forget all about being tired and reacted with a will of its own, shooting a glorious burst of sperm into the very core of her with our bodies pressed so tightly together we felt like one tremendous, throbbing piece of flesh.
When it was over, we kissed lingeringly, both of us grateful as hell for the pleasure we had given each other ... and then, with our fucking pieces still deeply joined, she leaned back again and picked up the conversation as if nothing had interrupted it.
"It could be bad," she said.
"What could?" I had lost the drift.
"Being locked in here four to one," she said. "That's what I wanted to talk about."
"So talk...." I was only half-listening, too enveloped with the total delight of sharing this tub with this simply phenomenal brown beauty of whose existence I had been unaware less than twenty-four hours before.
"You're a terrific stud, darling Jeff, maybe the best I've ever met ... but no man can keep it up indefinitely, not if he just keeps fucking and fucking. And I don't want to be a party to any permanent damage ... not to a cock as beautiful as yours."
I thought that over and decided she was right. Another day or so at the rate we'd been screwing and I'd have to dry-dock my cock for repairs.
"So what's your prescription, Dr. Sex?"
She laughed at that and wriggled her cunt to keep my cock at attention, then said, "So we work something out. The remedy for too much fucking is sucking. A man can last twice as long if he goes the oral route than if he sticks to straight sex. And you don't object to eating pussy ... I know."
"What if one of the girls wants to be fucked?" I wasn't their brother for nothing ... I knew the helpful little darlings, after last summer on the island.
"We pull her off if you weaken," said Laurette. "You fuck each of us once every twenty-four hours. The rest of the time, we suck. That way, everybody's happy and you come out of the weekend alive, darling Jeff."
She began to get busy again downstairs, and I said, "Starting when?"
"Starting right now," she said, but she didn't mean it. She was having too much of a ball running my cock in and out of her cunt. She spasmed all over the tub, spilling water on the composition floor, and then I really got going and grabbed her jutting left tit in my teeth and clamped both hands on her buttocks and got control of the show, ramming it all the way into her again and again and working up to a real driving beat ... this time with no variations.
I wanted to see how she'd react to a straight piece of fucking for a change....
She reacted, all right ... and so did I. Once she got the idea, she met me full on with counter-attacks of her own and we really began to make waves. Once in a while, she'd try to speed up the tempo, but I was having none of it and the next time she came I forced her to continue the beat, even though holding her dripping cunt steady was like trying to hold a big shepherd dog on a leash when he sees a squirrel.
I've heard that even a gourmet used to French cooking gets an occasional urge for steak and potatoes, and this was the rarest steak and the best-done potatoes in the world. The next time Laurette crested, she kept right on cresting and yet she managed to keep it under control until at last, in a tub full of rough water, I blasted another full charge into her ravenous womb.
When, at last, it was all over, I said, marveling, "Jesus, I didn't know I had it in me."
She flashed me a laughing look and said, "I knew I had it in me, sure enough, honey!"
Then she turned around and turned the knob to let the water out of the tub....
By this time, the bathroom was beautifully warm, what with the heat radiating from the vanished tubful and that generated by our fucking action. With the water out, the porcelain surface was slick and slippery, just like Laurette's hairless cunt, and we could slide up and down on it like a couple of kittens, clasped in each other's arms.
"You're a fun-fucker," she told me, then pressed her thick soft lips against mine and we got our tongues into action. I got a hand around her nates and poked my fingers into her crack from behind. It was deliciously nubbly with dried cream and beginning to get lovingly liquid with a fresh flow of pussyjuice.
She thrust one of her hands between our joined bellies and got a grip on my cock, which was already at half mast again and running the standard right up to the top. I tried to roll her under to sink it into that marvelous palace of pleasure she was wearing right between her lovely long legs, but she resisted my move with unexpected wiry strength.
Pulling her lips and tongue free of mine, she said, "Not now, darling Jeff ... not yet."
I said, feeling peeved, "For Christ's sake, darling, you're as ready as I am. Why the red light?"
She laughed and squeezed my stiff dick and rubbed those cone-boobs of hers against my chest, driving me half out of my mind. Then she said, "Sucking time, darling Jeff ... if we keep the other action up, your sisters will tear me limb from limb."
Lithe as a big brown jungle cat, she moved until her bushy head was down on my cock and, still holding it in her left hand, gently coiled her tongue around its tip, making it feeling like a pig-in-a-blanket, sizzling hot. I dug my hands into her thick natural and got a good grip on her head and shifted my body to make it easier for her. I still ached all over to ram it back into her dripping cunt, but I was more than willing to give her a try at this form of the glorious sport.
Laurette was a past-mistress of the science of suck, just as she was of the science of fuck. She worked her wonderfully lissome brown body around until she was lying crouched alongside me and I had to release her head. That way, she had a much better angle of approach to my fully charged dong, and once our position was to her liking, she really went into orbit around it.
She licked it lovingly at first, with slow, gentle tongue-strokes, holding it firmly by the base and massaging my balls gently with the other hand. She curled her tongue around its crown, first from one side, then from the other. She encompassed the upper portion of my column with her lips and began sucking it with hard, slow up-and-down strokes while a fingertip moved slowly along the bottom ridge, nearly driving me out of my mind with delight. Then she brought her teeth into play, nibbling the ridge just below the crown and coming just to the edge of biting till it hurt but never quite doing it, adding the spice of danger to what she was doing.
She had half a hundred little tricks, and she put all of them into play while I lay back there like a sultan and let her do her marvelous stuff while my cock throbbed with delight. A half dozen times she brought me right up to the come-line, but halted each time as my throbs turned to bucks and kept me short of explosion.
I wanted to do something in return, and her rich scarlet cunt was right there looking up at me, so I got both hands into play to give Laurette at least a few of the jollies she was giving me....
I parted her rich brown buttocks and worked my fingertips around the puckered rim of her arsehole and watched that wonderfully sexy-smelling cream gather and begin to flow while her bottom went into a sweet little rumba. I could see the brighter red of her clit pop into view again and rubbed it sideways, along with the rest of her juicying cunt, with the heel of a hand.
Then, keeping at work on her arsehole, I brought the other hand to her clit, diddling it and working it around and around and watching the flower-like lips open and shut around my fingers spasmodically. Then I ran my first two fingers as far into the rich softness of her cunt as they would go ... and splayed them as far apart as limited space allowed, wiggling them up and down as I dug them into the side-walls of her vagina and pushing hard against her clit with the knuckles at their base as I did so.
Laurette blew up for a moment, driven out of her mind by this finger-fucking technique. Her legs shot out on either side of my face, one heel missing my chin by less than an inch, and her bottom began to roll around like a small boat in a stormy sea. But I managed to keep the action up without a respite until she actually bit down on my cock in her desperation, signaling me to let up or take the consequences.
My God, she was wild!
I eased up then, not wishing to be a eunuch with balls and no cock, and she subsided for a moment, but when I lifted my hands from her crack, she began bobbing it at me hungrily for more, so I resumed the action but thrust only one finger into her squashy-wet cunt and diddled her gently while she went back to really work on my cock.
I could feel and see her stiffen and arch her back and then, when she was set just right, she really took my prick into her mouth, engulfing almost its entire length like a sword-swallower until my head slid right past her tonsils and up her throat..."up" because she was on top down there and I had no other way to go.
She began giving me long slow strokes, just as I had given her during our last fucking session ... and with each up and out she used her tongue against the bottom of my dong so adroitly that I knew my time could not be put off for much longer, I could feel the jizm gathering behind my balls and my cock grew even stiffer in that wonderful upstairs tunnel, while my fingers closed on her rich lower lips and gathered them into my fist and shook them.
Then, somehow, she got all of me up her throat just as I came and continued to work her tongue against my underside while I fired sperm rockets deep inside her trachea ... man, much as I love fucking, I had never had anything quite to equal this first real rim job from Laurette.
When it was over and she had swallowed my semen she kissed me fondly and said, "How do you feel about sucking now, darling Jeff?"
All I could do was hold that terrific body close in the big tub and murmur, "Marvelous...."
After my three big comes with Laurette, plus what had gone on earlier with all the girls, I was temporarily hors de combat, as my French teacher would say ... in other words, out of action, shot down. But Laurette was just getting warmed up ... that beautiful brown-skinned broad had sex machinery that didn't know the meaning of the word "quit."
She rubbed that body of hers with that hairless pussy and those big cone boobs and I didn't need to be a sex veteran to know that she was ready to keep right on coming on a hair-trigger sendoff ... in fact, she was coming already. She hugged me tight as she spasmed against me and then said through sex-gritted teeth, "Darling Jeff, just because you can't fuck me right now doesn't mean I can't have a ball." She spasmed again and said, "For shit's sake, honey, what do I have to do to get you to suck my pussy?"
"You just did it." I grinned and she tried to slap me and I saw she was serious, so I stopped teasing her and grabbed hold of her tits and slid her body up the bottom of the tub until her head was right under the faucet. Thanks to the extra length of the tub, there was room for me to lie on my belly and, by bending my knees, stick my face right into her dripping crotch.
I grabbed the backs of her thighs, just below the buttocks, and pushed her legs up and apart and spread her nates so that her whole cunt-action was wide open ... the bright red clit out there begging for comfort and the labia lying flat on either side and the cave of her cunt right there in front of me, all of it white with heavy cream.
I took my time looking over this beautiful vista, and she moaned and grabbed my head in both hands, pulling on my hair to bring me into mouth-contact with her crease. I gave it a good lap from ass-hole to mons veneris, working my tongue upward, and she shuddered all over and moaned and cried out for more.
Then I gave her dripping clit a good bite, and she began to roll from side to side on the now-dry porcelain and whimper in her mounting need. Then I grabbed it in my teeth and gave it a good long nibble, the way I'd done with Darlene's, and she began to emit little gasping screams in time with each pressure of my teeth.
Then I worked my lower jaw back and forth sideways, still maintaining the pressure on her button, and she began to sob so hard that, if I hadn't known she was coming like crazy, I'd have thought I was really hurting her ... but her hands in my hair weren't trying to pull me clear. On the contrary, they were pushing at my scalp and guiding me to do more of the same.
Her pussy juice didn't merely smell muskier than the creamings of the other girls ... it had a richer, tangier flavor that was like nothing I had ever tasted before. After I figured she'd had about all the clit-nibbling she could take, I gave her whole cunt another long lick just to savor the tang of her effusion.
By this time, her hole was really wide open and bobbing around right under my nose as she vibrated with the relentless urge of her orgasm. I tightened my grip on her under-thighs again and held her bottom steady and stuck my tongue into her sweet portal of pleasure for maybe an inch and then rolled the tip around the inside of its rim, giving the clit an extra dollop as my tongue reached and passed the top before making a second circuit.
I could feel her fingers tighten spasmodically in my hair and I knew I had scored again. I pulled back my tongue and then gathered the whole apparatus in my mouth and sucked on it hard, taking it all in and pulling on it rhythmically. Her legs went into a series of spasmodic frog-like kicks and I could hear her whimpering sobs, regular as the beat of a metronome. There was no question about it ... Laurette liked sucking and being sucked at least as much as she liked fucking and being fucked.
Since she had balled me so beautifully, I decided to give her one final thrill. I pulled clear for a moment, took a big deep breath and then ran my tongue right into her cunt and up it as far as it would go ... which is plenty far, since, as some of you may remember, I have one hell of a long tongue and I can make it thick or thin as I want to. This time, I made a curl of the tip and tested the contours of the flanged gates of her womb ... sweet flanges only the end of my cock had felt thus far.
Laurette went into a series of convulsions that told me at last I had found the key to drive her right off her rocker, the key I could turn at will to make her my sexual subject as I had the rest of the girls and my stepmother as well....