what Darlene and Anita were engaged in, I felt moved to take back the initiative. If I didn't, I reasoned, the little whippet would have the Indian sign on me for the rest of our lives… and I didn't want that. She could be capricious enough at times without making me sit up and beg.
So I rolled her under me without warning, and this time I didn't make any effort to keep my full weight from falling on her. She uttered a sort of a glugging sound, but then her cunt went into a frantic dance that had me hanging on to stay in the game. She was rolling back and forth beneath me and I was afraid my cock would slip out of her tight little cunt, so creamed was she becoming.
I made a grab for her thigh with my right hand… to discover that her widely parted legs were raised stiffly in the air and that she was holding them rigid with her hands clasped around her knees while she rolled us both from side to side.
Rolling was okay for Francie, maybe, but it wasn't doing much for me. I got my hands inside hers and broke her hold on her knees… but she clasped her arms tight around my chest and locked her legs around my waist with her heels digging into my buttocks and went right on rolling us until I thought my dick would break right off in her cunt.
There was only one thing for me to do… roll with her, and I did it. Once abandoned to the wild motion, I discovered that we could keep the rocking, pistonlike plumbing of cock and cunt going at the same time, as long as we maintained a regular rhythm.
Little by little, my own climax approached, coming on slowly but with an intensity of feeling I had yet to experience… and then it was bursting out of me with express-jet speed, and I was flooding the little Lolita a second time with my splashing sperm.
I hung on in Francie until at last she came down from wherever she was and her breathing became normal. Then we parted and she held my wet, flaccid prick in her little hand and reached up with her lips to kiss me fondly and said, “I liked it that way best of all… with you on top and pounding it into me.”
I said, “I was afraid my weight would be too much for you. I didn't want to crush you.”
“But that's what made it so wonderful,” she said, her green eyes shining. “Being crushed by you gave me the most wonderful feeling… all over.”
I touched her still-wet pussy and explored its relaxed gateway gently with a forefinger. I said, “I thought this was what counted.”
She said, hugging me close, “It feels wonderful there, too… no matter how we do it. But with you really bearing down on top, it sends me all over.”
The other girls finished their sucking session then with much grunting and snorting and thrashing about of limbs as they convulsed together. Her lovely face aglow with sweat and pussy juice, Anita brushed a wayward strand of raven hair out of her eyes and lifted her head from its nesting place in Darlene's crotch.
She said,
We went down to the beach in the twilight, not bothering about swimsuits or towels. The water was caressingly warm and cleansing, and we romped in it joyously in a welter of free-floating boobs and buttocks, in which my cock and balls joined the collection.
Sportiveness yes… but sex no. We were all fucked and sucked out and temporarily happy to be relieved of the weight of our driving lusts. We were also starved… none of us having eaten since breakfast.
Walking back to the house dried us and I sat down at the kitchen table and took it easy while my sisters busied themselves getting something to eat. Missie had left a huge meat loaf loaded with chili in the refrigerator, and there were the makings of a salad plus frozen steak-house fried potatoes. Darlene tended to the meat and potatoes while Anita played saladmaker, once letting a nipple drop into the dressing as she stirred it.
Francie disappeared briefly and came dancing back with a near-full half-gallon bottle of my father's vodka… supposedly kept under strong lock and key since Cousin George got Darlene and me in such trouble only the year before. I looked at it doubtfully, as did Darlene, neither of us wishing a repetition of the penalties we had had to pay for that indiscretion.
“Better put it back before Dad finds out it's missing,” she said.
Francie placed it in the center of the table and tossed her angelic golden curls. She said, “I'm not putting this back. For one thing, what good's a party without booze? For another, I've had this put away ever since Dad and Missie threw that big bash for Cousin George's parents last month.”
“You sure they don't know you've got it?” Darlene asked.
That was good enough for me. I reached for the bottle, pulled it toward me, uncapped it, sniffed… and promptly gagged.
“Not that way, silly,” said Francie, taking the bottle back. “Here… I'll get glasses and mix.”
We sat around and sipped vodka and Seven Up while the meat loaf warmed. It was a wonderful, relaxed time, and the alcohol cut the edge of our hunger. We laughed with sheer joy at our wonderful time of unhampered freedom… and then, suddenly, Darlene's nostrils widened as she sniffed and said, “Anita… the meat loaf… it's burning!”
Uttering a squawk of alarm, my stepsister leapt up and scurried across the room in a flurry of buttocks and boobs. She opened the oven door and checked the meat loaf, which was smoking, bending over to do so.
From where I was sitting, it was a direct eyeshot to her sable-rimmed cunt as she busied herself with the basting spoon… and I discovered that I was not quite as free from desire as I had believed myself minutes earlier.
In fact, my cock began rising of its own volition until its head rose above the level of the kitchen table. Sitting across from me, Francie's green eyes widened, then narrowed as she saw my erection and turned to follow the direction of my gaze. Darlene, at one end of the table, was chattering away about something I wasn't listening to and apparently saw nothing of what was going on.
When Francie turned back, her cherub lips were curled in a smile of pure mischief. She pointed a forefinger down at my rampant prick, then gestured behind her toward Anita and made a fist of her other hand, jamming the finger inside it and making unmistakable fucking motions.
It was more than I could resist. As I got up and started across the kitchen, I caught sight of an astonished Darlene looking up and around to follow my progress… but not for long, since my attention was riveted on my lush cunt of a target. As I came up behind her silently, Anita pushed the oven door shut. She was still bent over and there was that heavenly hole gaping right in front of my dick… in another second she would be straightening up and the fragrant opportunity would be gone. I grabbed both sides of her pelvis and pulled her back toward me as I poked my prick forward, crouching a little to make sure it scored a true bullseye. It did… onward and inward all the way.
Anita let out a squawk that would have done a parrot proud, and her basting spoon flew through the air to bounce off the far wall. Then she spread her feet wider and grabbed her ankles and began to rotate her beautiful rump to give us both a maximum of enjoyment.
SIX
If Darlene's cunt was readily accessible from the front, thanks to its advanced positioning, Anita's deep-set hole was an open pleasure portal from the rear. I had thought myself pretty well used up, but with those full beautiful bobbing buttocks right there against my belly, churning and thrusting in sudden orgasm, and the new feel of her tunnel of love approached from a reverse angle, I shot my wad into her guts in only a couple of minutes… and when I pulled my dripping rod out of my stepsister's still wriggling cunny, it remained as stiff as a ramrod.
Darlene's bright blue eyes were clouded with lust and she sprang from her chair and ran toward me across the tile floor, her small breasts bobbing up and down like a pair of tennis balls with their nipples sticking straight out in front of them. With a flying leap, she was in my arms, her red hair fanning out with her momentum, her arms clasping my neck and her long straight legs locking around my waist, her lips seeking mine avidly, and her thin little
