Chapter 9

The whole thing, like so much else, went back to last summer on the island, when I had discovered Missie's secret key. It had prevented her from taking me over completely the first time my stepmother and I fucked each other. For some reason, the contact that sent her into a really wild spinout was a touch on the belly-button. It was a secret my father had failed to discover in the whole three years he had been married to Missie, not to mention the year they were living together while both of them were waiting for their final divorce decrees to come through.

I was just lucky, I guess, because the results were terrific ... and now it was time to detonate this beautiful loving woman again.

So I did it ...

Missie's navel is really a button instead of a little hole like most people's ... it sticks right out of the upper center of her nearly flat belly like a third nipple and is thus peculiarly vulnerable to anyone who masters the key to putting her on Cloud Twenty-three. It's a fantastic fun thing and I'd wondered why she never told Dad about it.

It had to be one of those stupid sex-war things our parents' generation was always getting into ... maybe Missie was afraid to let the old man know how sexy she really was or that he'd use it as a weapon whenever he wanted his way with her ... I don't know.

Anyway, there it was and Missie was begging for it even though I could tell she was frightened. So I thought, What the hell? and moved my palms slowly close together until the knob of her button was tight between the edges of my forefingers.

Missie's teeth flashed into view as her lips drew back and her nostrils dilated still further. Her cunt gates tightened around the base of my cock and her belly muscles were like sheet steel. I thought, Jesus, this is going to be something ... she's taut as a coiled spring...

I began sliding my hands up and down, pushing one up while I pulled the other one down and thus rolling her navel back and forth between them. For a long moment, she remained motionless, impaled on my dong which felt as if it were achieving new heights inside her wonderful tunnel of love. Her eyes closed slowly, so slowly I thought she was going to faint, and she began to sway from side to side as she straddled my big stiff prick.

Then, muttering a string of Spanish obscenities and imprecations, she really exploded, like a pressure cooker blowing its lid. When Missie came, she came all over, with the suddenness and completeness of a tropical storm.

Her whole body went so crazy, with her cunt suffusing so gushingly that it became eel-slippery and the next thing I knew, I was out of her completely and she was banging her crotch down hard on my loins and damn near castrating me. I let out a yell and grabbed her raging bottom and couldn't control it until I got a good firm grip on her steel-wool pubic hair and held on until I could stuff my dong back into its proper parking place.

Then I rolled her underneath me where she couldn't explode quite so wildly, and simply set about fucking her with every ounce of energy I possessed. There was no point in trying to match Missie's movements and rhythms ... even on the bottom she was all over the place, stabbing up at me from every direction with her crazy little hole.

Even so, my cock slipped out again and she kept her cunt snapping and bobbing at me until I finally managed to get both arms around her straining thighs and hold her writhing pelvis still with its cream-white cunt wide open in front of me ... and take dead aim with my dripping dick and ram it into her all the way.

Apparently, by being forced to hold her legs so wide apart, I was able to penetrate her red-hot hole deeper than I ever had before. The gates of Missie's womb were not flanged like those of the girls but there was a little mound there I had not felt before as my cock head drove over and beyond it into her cavern of life. Man, that was something special ... and not just for me but for both of us.

She let out a moaning cry of madre de dios! and her beautiful body ceased its frantic convulsions and began to ripple uncontrollably in slow waves that seemed to start at her shoulders and move right down to her legs and out her toes. Her breasts would push upward until they dug right into me with their stiff nipples, then they would recede and I'd feel the bottom of her rib cage pushing at my own lower chest ... then her satin-smooth belly with its knob of delight, then her juiced-up cunt with its lips so avid they seemed to want to suck all of me into her vagina after my prick, then her sleek, strong thighs and finally her feet digging into the backs of my knees ... and then it would begin all over again.

I had never experienced anything like it and all I had to do to enjoy this unbelievably beautiful ride was to keep my cock buried in her beyond the inner knob right in front of her womb and let her spasm around it. I lay right on top of her, planted deep in the saddle, with my elbows wide so that I could grip her magnificently firm big breasts to add a pair of grace notes to the ecstasy coursing through her.

It was so much sweeter than the crazy explosion which preceded it that I made no effort to spark her bellybutton again. After all, too much was too much and what we had attained was perfection ... the most perfect fucking I had ever enjoyed, and enjoyed is not word enough for what I was feeling but it will have to do until a better one comes along.

Thanks to all the workouts my prick had been taking over a twenty-four-hour period, it took me a long time to come even though the stimulation Missie offered that much-abused organ was as new as it was super-erotic ... so I just rode with her, glorying in our delight, until at last her wave-orgasm subsided and her eyes opened and she caressed me gently with her arms around my neck and lifted her lips to mine in a clinging kiss of complete love.

"Jesu," she whispered, "you haven't come yet, darling Jeff?"

When I shook my head, she laughed and said, "Those little devils have been giving you a time?"

"They've been trying ... but not like this."

Missie laughed softly and kissed me again and said, "Nobody ever like this ... not even for me." Then her eyes grew concerned and she said. "But you must come. God knows you're entitled to it and I want to feel your seed in my body. We fix..."

Her body, which had been completely relaxed, went taut again. Her labia gripped the base of my well-soaked cock like a set of teeth and began rolling it around and around and up and down like a dog savaging a bone. She had her feet wide planted now and was bridging her rump so that her pelvis was ramming right into my crotch and my balls were slapping her tight little arsehole each time I pushed myself further into her guts.

If it sounds too deliberate, like a whore or something, whose living depends on getting a man to come in her as rapidly as possible, well it wasn't ... and in a lot less time than it's taking me to tell you about it, Missie was coming again. Maybe not as completely as before, but hard enough to give us both plenty of action.

This final orgasm on her part was the spur I needed, and my semen came spouting up through my dong to burst through the gates of her womb as I gave her a final gigantic thrust and she clamped her cunt tight around the base of my dick with our hairs intermingled and dripping juice from both of us.

Only then did we separate, and I rolled clear of her to discover little warm hands gripping my waning prick and then little hot lips bending to suck it free of pussyjuice and sperm. Little Jean, my twelve-year-old youngest sister, squatted naked on the other side of me, from which she had been observing our marvelous fucking.

She looked so darling, her face clouded because she alone, of all the girls, had not been fucked yet this weekend, that I smiled and pulled her precocious little body against me and kissed it and her and fondled her sweet baby fat and poked a finger into her hot creaming little cunt and gave her a diddle right then and there.

At the moment, there was damn little else I could offer her.

Missie sat up and shook her long black hair free until it fell to her waist and then lit a cigarette and looked at us with an approving smile and said, "You take care of darling Jeff, Jeanie, while I get the dinner started."

Jean lifted her lips from mine and looked at her stepmother anxiously and said, "If there's anything left of him, I'll be happy to."

With her free hand, Missie reached over and flipped my dwindled dick, then let it fall back and patted it fondly. She said, "Don't worry, darling, if I know Jeff, and I do, he'll be sticking that sword into your hole soon enough ... but if you're smart, you'll lock the door of this room after I leave."

She slipped off the bed then, kissed us both fondly, and moved from us with her pantherine grace, a walking vision of what a full-grown woman ought to be. Jean was behind her like a flash and turned the bolt to secure our privacy. I was grateful for it, since I was feeling like the wrong end of a rugged football game and I still had Jean to service ... which was about all I was going to be able to handle for a little while.

Jean came back to the bed and squatted beside me, looking after Missie, then down at her own still-undeveloped body. She sighed and said, "Every time I see Missie nude I think of the little girl who took a shower with her mother and said, 'Why am I so plain while you're so imagine?' Just looking at that much woman makes me feel like a beanbag."

I pulled her hot little body close and caressed her fondly and said, "Listen, Lolita, you've got plenty of time to sprout all the curves nature will give you ... and in the meantime, you're a treat for all ages. The best little sister any guy ever had."

I worked my hand into her crotch again from behind as she sprawled across me and kissed me. I found her clit and gave it a workout and she spasmed a second time and reached for my cock and then pulled her tongue out of my mouth and said, "Do you think you can get it up?"

"I don't know," I told her honestly, "but it might be worth a try if you're ready for it."

"Jesus," she said, moving into a more effective fucking position, "I'm always ready for it ... twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year."

"What about leap year?" I asked.

"Three hundred and sixty-six on leap year," she replied. "I've been that way ever since Cousin George taught me what it was all about."

"Fuck Cousin George," I said.

She giggled. "I did," she said.

For that, I gave her a resounding whack on the rump that made her jump and squeal and straddle me bending over until her wee mouth encompassed my still-lagging dick.

She began pulling on it gripping its head with her teeth, until I feared she was going to draw it out by the roots and told her so. "Jesus," I said, "don't blame me for your not getting there first. Even if I'd wanted to save it for you. The others would never have let me."

"But you didn't want to save it for me..."

"You've got to be kidding!" I told her. "After all those sex-starved weeks in boarding school...."

"I haven't been exactly living like a nymphomaniac myself." she said sadly, looking down at the ruins of my manhood. "And now ... "

I pulled her close, kissed her, said, "I've got something almost as good."

"Who wants almosts? she asked.

"You do," I told her, "at least until the first team gets back into action."

"As long as I'm Number One then..."

"You'll be the first to know," I promised her.

I rolled that wonderfully compact little-girl body over on its back and put the pillow under her already wriggling little rump. Then I spread her legs and pushed her knees up until she was wide open in front of me with her queen-sized labia-those wonderful gripping lips of hers-wide apart and the purple pink of her hole, beneath the wisp of ash-blonde hair on her solid plump mound, lay right there under my nose.

I diddled her sweet little arsehole with my right thumb as I drew those big lips into my mouth and shook my head back and forth as I sucked them in between my teeth. Jean let go with a little cry of delight as she went into one of her instant orgasms and beat on the candle-wick spread with her tiny fists.

I had forgotten how swiftly and profusely her pussyjuice fountained and almost choked before I could swallow the sweet-tasting stream that cascaded into my mouth. Little Jean may still have been underdeveloped of body, but her cunt was entirely adult and she made love more imaginatively than all my other sisters ... and Missie, too.

As I followed the convolutions of her cunt with my mouth gripping its lips and gnawing at them, I only hoped I would be around when she grew up ... and could continue to feast on her delicious little-girl torso until it became big-girl torso and then full-blown woman.

I kept up the sucking and gnawing until Jean spasmed a third time and then released her labia and put my hands flat against her vibrating buttocks and spread them as wide and as flat as I could make their sleek satin surfaces. Then I made a snake with my tongue and slid it into her juicing pussy.

Thanks to the shortness of her sheath, I was able to poke it right through the gates of her womb and, making a tube of the tip, to diddle its inner surfaces. She started as if I had set off a firecracker in her cunt and let out a long moan and grabbed at my head, sinking her fingers into my hair.

"Oh, Jesus, darling Jeff ... oh, Jesus Christ!" she gasped as her body began to convulse with sex-crazed delight.

For a while, as her orgasm mounted, I didn't have to move my tongue at all ... in fact, I couldn't if I wanted to hold it in place, deep in her heaving, rolling, plunging little body. The powerful lips of her pussy contracted and relaxed around the base of my tongue spasmodically, and she did all the moving to keep her climax mounting with only the briefest of occasional lapses.

Each time her crotch became still, I set it off again by wriggling the tip of my snake against the walls of her womb and giving her arsehole a further workout for good measure ... and my youngest sister was rocking off to the races again.

How long we kept it up I was never to know, but after a while, the roots of my tongue began to ache and I was forced to pull it out slowly. Those cunt-lips of hers came right after it, seeking to draw it back inside her hole, but I had to get it out of there for a rest and I felt as if I were drowning in her torrent of sex-sap.

When I finally got clear of her, little Jean sprang at me like a tiger cub after its meat, rolling me over on my back and flinging herself athwart my body with her still-juicing cunt up toward my face and her hungry mouth devouring my cock, giving it all she had, which was plenty.

She was too short for me to resume sucking and tonguing, without breaking my neck, so I got my hands up and had the pleasure of massaging her arsehole and titillating her erect clitoris until it stood straight up between the labia and begged for more ... a desire I was only too happy to satisfy as best I could.

I had forgotten how wonderful a cocksucker little Jean was ... the best at lip service of all my sisters, which is saying close to the best anywhere at this delicious sex game. She got the head of my still-limp prick between her lips and then sucked it inside and lowered her little ash-blonde head slowly until the whole of my manhood was in the soft-soft cavern of her mouth.

Then she made magic with her tongue, even while her darling little bottom was thrashing about under the manual treatment I was giving it. While my crown pushed against her tonsils, she closed her teeth firmly around the base of my dong and slowly ran her tongue up and down along its underside.

I could feel the first faint faint stirrings of renewed vitality in my loins at this marvelous mouth-massage and moved my pelvis in rhythmic thrusts to add to the stimulation. In a little while, I could feel my cock slowly begin to grow. As more and more of its base emerged from her lips, she seized it between her little palms and began gently rubbing it back and forth to stimulate further growth.

By this time I was really beginning to steam, and my cock was inching steadily upward. When Jean decided it was time to get it in where she really wanted it, she pulled clear with a final terrific sucking sound that added an extra centimeter to its length and thickness.

Then she reversed herself gracefully ... Jean has the makings of a marvelous little dancer and has been going to ballet school since she was six ... and, instead of squatting herself down on it, she sat on it so that her feet were up near my armpits. This is one of my favorite fucking positions, although it was the first time Jean had tried it with me.

I hoisted myself up on my elbows as she settled down, enveloping the upper half of my prick with her creaming cunt and extending her educated labia to envelop all but the very base. Her expression was one of heavenly bliss as my pole slid to the top of her seething sheath and penetrated her womb even further than my tongue.

Her eyelids came slowly down over her lovely gray eyes, and, extending her lower lip, she blew a stray strand of ash-blonde hair clear of them. Then she gave a wriggle of sheer voluptuous delight and uttered a sigh of rapture and said, "Jesus, darling Jeff ... isn't it heavenly?"

"That's the perfect word," I replied, hoisting myself up higher so that we were both sitting upright, holding each other's torsos close.

"Hey!" I said as two unmistakable little prominences that had not been there last summer made themselves felt delightfully against my chest. "Something new has been added."

My comment pleased her, and she hugged me and lifted her little bud-lips for a kiss of affection while I caressed her sweet little body all over and then squeezed her blossoming boobs and pinched the coral-pink nipples gently.

She said, "You noticed! I was so afraid you wouldn't."

"How could I help it?" I said. "They're there."

"But they're such little ones," she protested. "After Anita's..." She let it hang.

"Give them time," I said gently and kissed her again, while our fucking pieces made marvelous music on their own. I could feel tingles of delight spread out from my cock and pass through my entire body, like ripples in a pond's surface after a stone is tossed into it.

"This is beautiful," she murmured, moving her cunt around in a slow circle that turned the ripples into waves.

"How'd you come up with this position?" I asked.

"Oh..." she said. "One of the girls at school has some Japanese prints. None of us could figure out how it was possible, but I worked it out. And I wanted to do it first with you."

I had a pretty good idea what was coming next, since I've seen some Japanese sex prints myself, maybe the same ones little Jean had ... hell, I'd enjoyed the same position more than once with the rest of my sisters. But I didn't let on to Jean. Christ, I'd have been seventeen assorted kinds of an idiot to risk spoiling her fun ... since it was also mine.

She instructed me gravely..."Now, darling Jeff, lean back on your hands."

"like this?" I did so. "What next?"

"Now I'll lean back on mine ... see?"

"So...? "

"We've done it!" She sounded as girlishly excited as if she had just made her first cat's cradle and just sat there, supported on her little hands with her arms down stiff, as were mine, looking down at where my prick was three-quarters imbedded in her creaming cunt with the entire action visible to both of us.

She moved her bottom slowly, lifting it until all but the very tip of my dripping dong was clear of her hole ... then, with a little cry of alarm, running her pussy back over its wet and slippery stiff roundness.

"I mustn't let myself get carried away," she said, and her laughing gray eyes met mine and she began to rotate her sex-piece, carrying my prick in circles with it.

This, I decided right then, had to be the fuck of the century....