I felt a spasm run right through her body as Anita applied her tongue to Francie's clit, and then I began thrusting with my jock as my stepsister went into a series of motions with her cunt designed to do us the most good.
Maybe it was changing cunts in midstream, maybe it was the novelty of the exercise, but before we had been engaged this way for two minutes, I felt my own juices rising fast and pumped jissum into Anita's cunt with every ounce of strength my loins possessed. She wriggled like a gaffed eel and did something that caused Francie's little body to convulse in my arms while her lips pressed even further into mine and her tongue danced an erotic fandango inside my mouth.
Talk about terrific sensations… I felt as if I was riding a jeep through the clouds. But it soon became apparent that it was not going to last. Despite this terrific stimulation, my jock had had it for the time being.
Despite Anita's most frantic gyrations, my rod slowly expired in her hot little hole, gradually wilting away until it became merely a mushroom. My stepsister pulled her head out of Francie's busy crotch and cried, “For Christ's sake, Jeff darling, suck me if you can't fuck me. I'm up the wall right now. Don't leave me hanging again.”
I owed it to her and rolled out of her saddle and reversed my body on the sodden, tumbled sheets. Anita spread her glistening crotch wide before me, her open cunt a mass of rich white gravy. I really understood for the first time, why a woman's sex sap is called cream. I spread her knees even wider as she went on nibbling at Francie's little clit and bent my head to the feast. I could barely make out the knob of her clit beneath the heavy layer of cream that covered it. I could smell the steamy, sweet-sharp sex aroma that rose from her dripping orifice and put my tongue to work, licking her clit clear of its rich covering.
She gave vent to a muffled moan and her bottom began to bob up and down as I got to work. To my surprise, I found the taste of pussy juice, spiked by my own jizzum, exciting. It was as if I were really getting to Anita's very heart and, for this reason, it was a more intimate act than fucking. To put it bluntly, I loved sucking almost as much as I loved fucking.
After I got her winging, I began to fool around. I pulled in my tongue and nibbled at her clit, nipping it gently and then spreading my attentions to the labia that surrounded it. I worried them like a dog worrying a juicy bone and was rewarded by feeling her body quiver convulsively.
Then I lowered my aim and raked my tongue upward over her tight little arsehole and felt her jump as if she had just received an electric shock as the contact was made. Then I took my hands from her knees and spread her labia with my thumbs and jammed my tongue as far up into her quivering cunt as I could.
When I was younger, the kids at school used to kid me about my long tongue, calling me “Frog” and “Toad.” As a result, I have always been kind of ashamed of it… but not any more as I felt Anita's response to its thrust. Her whole spine stiffened with the jolt of its pleasure and I heard her cry out,
She began to scream that I was “killing” her, but I kept at it and she kept at little Francie until I thought my tongue was going to fall out of my mouth. So I topped her off with a few gentler licks and rolled clear of the game. I grabbed a pillow and thrust it under my head, turned three-quarters face down on the messed-up top sheet and slept.
How long I slept I have no idea, but the light had softened when I opened my eyes and it was evidently early evening. At first I had no idea where I was or what was going on, but a delightful feathery sensation from my cock restored my awareness. I looked down and there was Francie's sunstreaked blonde head bobbing up and down as she sucked on my rod. I could feel the stir in my loins as it slowly reached full erection once more and then Francie lifted her head and her green eyes looked up questioningly into mind. I nodded, and she scrambled aboard with a soft little sigh of delight as she crammed my rampant cock into her thoroughly lubricated little cunt.
As I moved to take a grip on her loins, my elbows hit yielding flesh on either side of me, and I discovered that Anita and Darlene were both sound asleep. Francie, squatting impaled on my cock, wrinkled her nose at me as she followed my gaze and I had to laugh, she looked such a perfect little cherub there above me.
Still half asleep, I wondered if I weren't still dreaming. Only a little more than two days ago, I had been a virgin, my prick still unfledged and innocent of the heaven that is inside a woman's cunt. Now, here I was, virginity blessedly gone in the most delightful manner imaginable, in a situation the most successful veteran sensualist might well envy. On one side of me lay, naked, the most provocative brunette I had ever known, a lushly endowed little senorita whose innate lusts at least matched her sultry beauty… on the other lay my favorite redhead, a sweet- smelling, wildly responsive teenager with the most excitingly available cunt in the world… on top of me a green- eyed and exquisite little Lolita gasped and panted in breathless delight as she slaked her sexual thirsts upon my penis, using her hot little cunt with an ingenuity that denied both her mere fourteen years and her inexperience.
By way of adding spice to the wooing, as the old song has it, two of these girls were my sisters, the third my stepsister. Thus we were all joyous conspirators against one of mankind's oldest and most stringently kept sexual laws… that brothers and sisters may cohabit only under the threat of instant and eternal damnation. Finally, add the fact that the four of us were alone on the island free from all threat of interruption for at least seventy-two hours to come… and it is small wonder that I had trouble for a few minutes trying to determine whether I was awake or having an incredible wet dream.
Now that she knew she could hold everything I had to offer, little Francie went at fucking me with an assurance and abandon that had been lacking before… and she added a few flourishes which revealed she had not been wasting her days dreaming of dolls. As she lifted herself rhythmically from my loins, she reached down with tiny fingers and massaged the base of my rod delicately with tiny fingers, sending voluptuous chills up my spine before sliding her suffusing love tunnel down all the way once more.
But within minutes we were both too absorbed in the act of fucking for such sophisticated bits of by-play. Green as I was at the sport of copulation, it was rapidly becoming evident to my roiling senses that little fourteen- year-old Francie was going to be one of the most terrific pieces of tail in the world.
She went at it with an eager joyousness and a desire to give as well as to take that made her an astonishingly adept bedmate even at this early stage of her development. She liked having my cock deep in her guts so much that it was impossible to consider fucking her a sin… indeed, as her present partner, I was more fucked against than fucking.
She had the knack of control which I was beginning to learn was all important to sexual compatibility… she managed to hold in through a succession of minor orgasms until my prick was bucking like a rodeo stallion within her… and then joined me in a tremendous explosion that seemed to engulf the entire glittering galaxy in a novalike explosion of total voluptuous delight.
“Don't give up the ship, darling Jeff,” she gasped as, drained for the moment, I lay still beneath her… and then began rocking back and forth on my jock until its threatened subsidence was a thing of the past and it was jousting again in her cunt fully armed.
I felt and heard stirrings on either side of me and then, from Anita, an admiring, “Look at that little bitch go!”
From the other side, Darlene said, “Jesus, I wonder where she picked it up?”
Anita said, “From darling Jeff, of course… it wouldn't be difficult.”
Darlene said, “Well, remember, we taught
Anita said, “But the little one is showing me some things I never knew before.”
Darlene said, “I can't stand much more of this. Come over here, Anita.”
As she rose and scrambled around the big bed with her beautiful boobs bouncing up and down on her chest, Anita laughed and said, “And I used to think you hated me.”
“I did, darling.” Darlene held out her arms to embrace my stepsister and pull her down on the bed with her. “But only because I was jealous.”
“You're not jealous anymore?”
“No, Anita… I'm only jealous of you when darling Jeff is fucking you. Just as I'm jealous of Francie now.”
“You and me both!” Anita giggled irresistibly and I heard rustling sounds alongside of me. I turned my head to see what was going on and looked straight into Anita's great dark eyes. She was looking at me from between Darlene's thighs, and her tongue was stuck deep in my oldest sister's cunt.
When she saw I was looking at her, she winked, then shut both eyes tight in a spasm of rapture as Darlene did something with her tongue to Anita's hole. I turned back to Francie, who had paused between orgasms, still perched pertly on my cock, to view her sisters' tongue-work.
I had mostly been lying back, taking it easy and letting Francie carry the ball… but now, inspired by sight of
