Chapter 7
Things got pretty wild after that ... the girls insisted on forming a sucking ring that turned into a sort of horizontal Paul Jones, with a progressive switch in partners each time they all came ... all except me. First Francie, then Anita, then Darlene took a crack at my cock, but right then, despite the fondling and lapping and kissing and sucking my three sisters lavished on that usually up-and-in-'em member of my body, I couldn't get a real hard on.
Laurette had played it like the smart little cookie she was, of course ... never letting on what she and I had done in the big tub earlier, the most memorable fuck-and-suck session of all time as far as I was concerned. But after rimming me for ten lovely if futile minutes, Darlene suddenly broke it off and sat up and glared down at the brown girl, who had been busily eating her pussy until she put it underneath and out of reach.
Then she looked at me and said, "What's happened to you, Jeff? You ought to be raring to go after a good night's rest."
I didn't say anything ... just kept on giving little Francie's deliciously effusing cunt a workout that made her drum her heels on the carpet while she, in turn, licked away at Anita's creaming crotch. But my oldest sister was having none of that. Grabbing my limp cock so hard it hurt, she pulled me clear of my beautiful prey and slapped me so hard on my already sore belly that I yelled and sat up and pushed her away.
Looking me right in the eye, she said, "Were you and Laurette fucking while the rest of us slept?"
I never could lie to Darlene when she put a question like that. I guess it goes back to her being a year and ten months older while we were kids. So I didn't say anything, not wanting to get the girls sore at Laurette ... but my silence was as good as an indictment.
Darlene, her blue eyes bright with anger, glared at Laurette and said, "What about it, Laurie? Are you going to lie there and lie?"
Laurette sat up, wearing an expression of injured innocence on her beautiful milk-chocolate face. Then, suddenly, her white teeth flashed and she said, "No, I'm not ... I've been poaching on darling Jeff for the last three hours. What you saw when you woke up was the caboose on a long, long freight train."
"You shot him down!" said Darlene.
"Don't blame me for just doing what came naturally ... put yourself in my place." She explained about the running water and what followed her arrival in the bathroom with me, then concluded, "He'll be okay in a couple of hours, if we all let him alone."
It was daylight by then, and the snowdrifts were piled high against the lodge windows. Darlene scrambled to her feet and said, "Let's give her the deep freeze...."
I didn't know what she had in mind, but the other two girls seemed to get the idea quick enough. They scrambled to their feet in a breathtaking display of bobbing boobs and buttocks and hauled Laurette to her feet and dragged her toward the front door.
Laurette struggled every inch of the way and she was tough and strong and slippery as an eel ... but my three sisters were more than even she could handle. Darlene finally grabbed her by her big kinky natural while Anita and Francie took an arm apiece and got her across the room.
"Don't ... please don't do it!" Laurette pleaded as Darlene got the door open and a blast of cold air entered the room, bringing a fine shower of snow with it.
"We just want to cool you off, hot stuff," said
Anita, whose own temper had not been improved by a hard kick in the shins.
I got to my feet to break it up, but before I could get into the action, they had pushed a struggling and protesting Laurette outside and slammed the door. I don't know what it felt like to be thrust naked into the snow, but it couldn't have been much fun, for Laurette began screaming and hammering on the outside of the door with her fists. I got there a moment later and slammed Darlene to the floor and got it open and grabbed the brown beauty as she stumbled back inside.
She was shivering and crying like a baby and I helped her over to the fire and held that shivering body close until her tears stopped flowing. The other three stood a little way from us, looking down at us, ashamed of what they had done. Right then, I'd have liked to take a paddle to all of them.
But, so help me, maybe because I was angry, or because of exposure to the cold, or because it was time again ... or maybe all three ... things began to move in my loins again and I thought of a better way to punish them.
I wiped the tears from Laurette's cheeks with a forefinger while my other hand held her close. Then I kissed her, savoring the salt tang of tears on her velvet lips ... and, as I did so, I took the hand masked by her body from the other girls and placed it on my cock.
Her eyes went wide with astonishment as she felt it stiffen in her grasp. Pulling my lips clear, I whispered, "Would you like to get even with them and have a ball, too?"
The twitch of those beautiful full lips was more than answer enough ... lips that thinned with the tension of anticipation as I bore her to the blanket pile with me, then slid a pillow under her already thrusting rump and spread her legs wide apart with her bright red cunt open in invitation and knelt within the fork of her lower limbs.
My cock was all the way up and straining at the leash, and I looked at my sisters and relished the surprise on their lovely features before sinking my meat to the bone in her already well-oiled cunt.
We took our own sweet time about it ... not only by way of revenge but because our fucking felt so Goddam good. Laurette and I knew each other now, in the full Biblical meaning of the word ... we understood each other's capabilities and rhythms and needs. I went into her slowly the first time and smiled happily at the love shining from her half-moon eyes.
When I withdrew, my cock was wet and shiny and white with the flooding of her pussy-juice and I held all but the tip of it out of her for long, precious seconds, while I did little dips into her from all points of the compass. She began to pant and thrust her cunt up at me in an effort to gobble up my cock with her lower lips, but I was in no hurry and even added to her sweet torment by digging into the top of her crack with a forefinger and diddling her cunt.
When I finally pushed my bludgeon back all the way into her, she emitted a moan of voluptuous relief and clamped her legs tight around my waist so that I couldn't leave her again until she was damned good and ready. As my crown slid past them, those delicious little flanges at the gates of her womb were fluttering like tiny pennants in a high wind. They continued to flutter against my cock, adding a tremendous extra to an already notable piece of butt.
As I slid my arms up under her back and gripped her shoulders from behind, I marveled at the wonder of her twin-cone breasts. Un-like Anita's well-fleshed domes, they did not flatten out against her ribs when she lay on her back but held their jutting shape and thrust their hard nipples into the skin of my chest.
Her hands gripped the back of my head and pulled my lips down against hers and our tongues collided in mid-thrust and then became lovingly entwined. I remembered what Laurette had said earlier about double-sucking offering four erogenous areas in contact instead of two, as in fucking ... but the way we were meshed together from heads to toes made us almost a single throbbing mass of voluptuous flesh.
I rolled my loins slowly in a circular motion and her pelvis moved right with me, keeping my cock buried right in the core of her being. I repeated the motion again and again, rejoicing in the beauty of the sensations it sent roiling through me while both our bodies became bathed in the sweetest sweat there is ... the sweat of love.
Then, on impulse, I reversed the motion and again the unexpected sent Laurette right into orbit. If I couldn't really detonate her while my dong instead of my tongue was housed in her love-tunnel, the result of this simple little switch was the next thing to it.
She began to come in sharp, convulsive thrusts and I kept changing the motion as she cooled off, never really letting her unwind and come back to earth. The wonderful musky scent of her pussy-juice mingled with the sharpness of her armpit sweat in a blend of perfumes almost as sexy as sex itself. She planted her feet wide on either side of the pillow that cushioned her rump and went into a series of zigzag motions, driving like crazy, that almost put me over the top.
As I said already, I was in no hurry to bring this super-sweet session to an end, so I took advantage of my freedom to pull my dong out of her again, letting it cool. As I did so, I could not resist a glance at my sisters, who were watching with the saddest looks on their dear faces.
I said, "Who did you say is shot down? ... or should I say whom?"
Then I rammed my full extension back into Laurette's coozie, which was so thirsty for it that her cunt-lips were snapping at it like a barracuda's jaws but not, thank God!, with teeth. Again a keening shriek came from between my partner's bared fangs, matching the banshee howl that had wakened the other girls earlier that morning ... and she came like a thermonuclear explosion.
So violent was her cresting orgasm that she rolled us both right off the cushion under her rapidly thrusting rump and kept on rolling until we wound up with her on top, right at the feet of the other girls. There, for a change, I planted my feet wide apart and drove up into her as hard as I could while my sperm boiled up through my balls and the tiny tunnel in my bucking cock and sent its hot, urgent, liquid message ricocheting off the top of her womb.
My own peak was so high that I guess I passed out cold ... the next thing I knew, I was lying in front of a rebuilt fire with three cushions under my head while Anita, with her full breasts brushing my pectoral muscles, massaged my brow with a damp towel.
When she saw my eyes were open, she bent and kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "Thank God, darling Jeff ... I was afraid we'd lost you."
I looked around and saw the three other girls sitting nearby, cross-legged, with their three little cunts winking at me as they ate breakfast off paper plates ... it was a relief to see that they had declared peace and were chatting happily between mouthfuls with Laurette in the middle. But she looked so fresh and unruffled that I felt a spot of shame at having pooped out so completely.
Anita must have read my thoughts, for she said before I could speak, "You're wonderful, darling Jeff, while we've all of us been pigs. But I guess you know it's because we all love you so much."
"So fucking much, don't you mean, dear?" I said.
Her lovely Latin face crinkled in a smile and she gave me a love pat right on my prick and said, "Don't go putting words in my mouth."
"Maybe you'd rather I put something else there," I suggested.
For answer, she put her head in my lap and slurped my idle cock right up with her full flower of a mouth. Laurette looked up from her plate and saw that I had returned to the land of the living. She pointed toward the food and raised a beautiful raven's wing of an eyebrow. I nodded, and she got up and came over and dropped to her knees on the other side from Anita, who was busily sucking away at my stiffening prick.
"What have you got?" I asked Laurette, looking down past her rose-bronze nipples toward her plate.
"Sausage and eggs," she replied. "They're good."
"Sausage is one thing you'll never get enough of," I told her, laughing.
Laurette shut me up by poking a sausage between my lips and leaving it there. I bit into it and it was good, but when I swallowed it, I realized that I was thirsty as a marooned mariner in the Dry Tortugas.
She brought me some champagne, and while she was gone I gave Anita some attention. The delectable roundnesses of her rump were right alongside me, so I cupped her near-buttock with a free hand, curling the fingers into her crack and running them up and down its well-irrigated tight little canal. She gave her rump an appreciative wiggle and redoubled her servicing of my cock, taking it deep into her mouth and then lifting up on it slowly, dragging her teeth gently across the skin and damn near lifting my scalp.
Laurette was back by this time, holding a tumblerful of bubbly, and watched my reaction with interest.
"What's she doing?" she said.
I told her. She looked at the action thoughtfully for a moment, then said, "I thought I knew them all, but that's a new twist. I'll try it out next time we go."
"You do that, honey." I shivered with pleasure as Anita, encouraged by our comments, repeated the terrific maneuver. Then I said, "The last thing I remember before I passed out, Laurie, was you letting go with a scream the way you did when we woke everybody up with my tongue in your pussy."
She laughed gently and rubbed a boob against my right arm while I downed half the champagne and handed her the glass. Then she said, "Darling Jeff, you really opened me up. But that bit with the snake tongue really does it to me."
Anita lifted her head and said, "What's that?"
"What's what?" I asked.
"The snake tongue bit ... you've never done it to me." She looked reproachful.
"The hell I ... " I caught myself and remembered that the only one of my sisters who had taken all of my tongue in her cunt was Darlene. That was because her cunt was so far out in front that it seemed natural. It hadn't occurred to me to do it with any other the others.
"Well, you haven't," Anita insisted. "And I was the girl who took your cherry, remember?"
"I'm not--likely to forget," I assured her.
Then, "But you're right about the snake tongue bit. Does it mean so much to you?"
"I want everything you've got ... " she said, then, with a quick look at Laurette, added, " ... left."
"He's got plenty left where it all comes from," said the brown girl, nodding toward my cock, which was as rigid as a West Point plebe. "You'd better take care of that first."
"You're right." Anita bent once more to her task, and it didn't take long once she began pumping up and down on my dong and throwing in the dragging teeth bit every third or fourth pull. In about three minutes I was bucking and spurting hot sperm down her throat.
When I was spent, Anita sat up, so beautiful and so messy with jizm running down her chin, that I reached out and tousled her ebony-black hair. She pouted ... when Anita pouted, even her boobs seemed to pout with her lips ... and said, "You promised, darling Jeff."
"Okay, darling." I took another pull at the champagne, then rolled the terrific bundle of satin-smooth mounds and curves that was my stepsister onto a cushion and positioned her to best advantage for what we both had in mind. Then I bent to her well-creamed cunt and got busy, yanking at her clit with my teeth, running my tongue up and down her crack and patting her sphincter with it, then sucking her entire fucking-piece in and out until her tunnel entrance was gaping wide open ... then and only then letting her have the full length of my tongue.
As I impaled her with it, her arms and legs flew out in different directions and went stiff as poles. She uttered a sort of barnyard squawk ... and then began to flap them up and down, beating on the rugs with her hands and heels all at the same time and in rhythm with what must have been near-instant orgasm.
Anita's tunnel was shorter than Laurette's, but not as short as Francie's, of course, so I was able to get the curled tip of my tongue past the gates of her uterus and its flanges and work it around in circles within the womb itself. Her cunt began spurting fluid so fast that, for a moment or two, I actually thought she was urinating.
But it was sex-sap, make no mistake about it. As I savored its rich tangy flavor, I thought again about the different sorts of pussyjuice different girls effuse. Francie's might not be as rich as Laurette's, but it's entirely of gourmet quality ... or maybe I'm one of those guys who is just so glad to get into a cunt that anything tastes good.
In any event, I really hung in there while my stepsister went into gyrations like a balloon when the rubber band snaps ... yet always carefully, even in her wildest convulsions, not to cause my tongue to lose contact with that headquarters of pleasure between her womb and her clitoris.
When I had had all my tongue could take, I pulled it out and wiped my face off and told Laurette to take over until Anita got back to earth. Little Francie, her green eyes as big as platters, grabbed me before I could get back to my pillow perch and said, "Do it to me ... it'll kill me, but what a way to go!"
"Give me five minutes,' I begged. "I'm still starved and thirsty and my mouth feels as if I'd just licked a million postage stamps."
Darlene fed me from her plate then and I had some more champagne while Anita and Laurette banged away at each other and Francie knelt alongside, not missing a trick. Each time Darlene fed me, she kissed me, light bird-like kisses but somehow sexy as hell. Since I'd been blown, not fucked, by Anita, her attentions began to take visible effect on me ... which had evidently been my darling Darlene's idea all along.
She said, her voice low and loaded with conspiracy, "Come on, darling Jeff ... see what Darlene found while you were on the Asteroid Belt or wherever you were just now."
We breezed out of the room and she opened a big cedar-lined closet off the entry hall. It was packed with all kinds of winter gear, including a rack holding a half dozen of those restored Roaring Twenties super-collegiate-type raccoon skin coats that were being peddled for twenty-five clams apiece a few years back.
She snuggled one over her shoulders and practically vanished from sight in its depths. I had to grope for her and when I finally found her, I clamped a firm finger in her hot little cunt to keep her from disappearing again.
"You kook!" I said, laughing as she wriggled on my finger like a hooked fish. "What are we going to do with those? You look like a flapper in an old John Held, Jr., cartoon."
She said, "Put one on yourself ... the biggest you can find."
I opened my mouth to protest but even in the semi-darkness of the big closet I read something in her eyes that told me to go along with whatever she had in mind. Darlene is an inventive little bitch when she feels so inclined, as I have good reason to know from the island last summer ... and right now I could tell she was feeling creative.
So I picked out the biggest coat of the lot ... a slightly moth-eaten, plaid-lined monster with a silver chain for a hanger-upper that must have been built for some early-day Lew Alcindor ... I mean, I'm over six myself, and I was as lost in this fur blanket as Darlene was in her half of the he-and-she look-alike outfits. The damn thing must have weighed half a ton and I felt my respect for the young American male of the Jazz Age climb several notches.
"Okay," I said, shivering because the wool lining was cold against my otherwise naked skin. "So what do we do now were wearing them?"
"We fuck in them," she said.
It shouldn't have surprised me, knowing my oldest sister as I do, but it did. Before this, her big aim seemed to be to get rid of every possible encumbrance whenever fucking time rolled around.
But I was still with her, so I moved in on her and said, "Okay, let's fuck." My rod was standing out in front of me like a TV antenna pole and I figured she wanted it standing up.
But she didn't ... she pushed me away and said, "Not in here you fool."
"Then where?"
"I want to fuck outdoors in the snow--"
She made it sound like the most natural thing in the world.