My Sisters And I

tongue darting between them.

The impact of her beautiful body all but knocked me flat on my arse… as it was, I staggered backward until my shoulder blades collided with the wall and steadied me. I grabbed her buttocks and parted them as she rammed her creaming cunt over my dick with a fierce downward thrust that engulfed it to the root.

Then she went into a grinding motion that threatened to twist it off at the base, tightening her already tight tunnel until I felt as if she were milking me like a cow. I uttered a cry of pain, but she refused to let up on me, saying through suddenly clenched teeth, her voice grainy with the effect of her ready climax, “Anything Anita does, I can do better, darling.”

I was still trying to push her away and my hands returned to her ass cheeks in an effort to loosen her up… but pry them apart as I would, she kept her cunt muscles tight until I felt I was being squeezed numb. In desperation, I dug both my forefingers into her tight little arse-hole and spread it open.

It was Darlene's turn to cry out in anguish and she gave a convulsive leap that drove her hard little breasts right into my ribs. But her cunt opened up and I was able to jam my suffering prick so deep into her that it was past the point where she could resume her squeezing bit. My oldest sister was one girl so narrowly constructed inside that she needed no extra constriction… at least when it was my cock that was plumbing her.

I let myself slide down the wall until I was sitting on the floor with my legs straight out in front of me and Darlene bobbing up and down on my prick like a yoyo. I was able to release her buttocks and, with one hand underneath her, was able to massage her rectum while, with the other, I gave her high little clit a workout.

She began to cry, “Oh, Jesus, Jeff darling… I can't stand it… you're killing me… you're tearing me in two.”

I stopped giving her the fringe finger benefits and lifted her rump off my cock in case I was really hurting her. But her cunt snapped down and engulfed my dong like an otter engulfing a fish and I knew I hadn't damaged her. Thanks to having speared Anita so recently, it took a lot longer with Darlene… and when I finally felt my jizzum begin to roil deep in my balls I felt very real relief and redoubled my efforts to get it over with. Darlene went into a super spasm, leaning back from me with her lips parted and her eyes half closed, uttering little moans of rapture with each fierce upthrust I gave her cunt and responding as fiercely in kind.

When I finally did come, I could actually feel my sperm ricochet from the top of her womb… and at the impact, her whole body went into a shivering convulsion that left her limp as a rag doll. She made no resistance when I gently pushed her off my cock and staggered to my feet. Before I could get back to the table, little Francie grabbed and cried, “It's my turn now.”

I said, “Honey, I can't. I'm shot down.”

She planted her little half-mature body in front of me and said stubbornly, “But I got it all started. I want to be fucked again, too. Feel.” She grabbed on of my hands and thrust it between her legs. Her little pussy was creaming so that her whole crotch was sticky-sweet. Then she grabbed my cock, which was hanging its head in utter exhaustion, and tried to work it up.

“It's not fair!” she repeated, her green eyes full of tears. “I'm in this as much as any of you.”

“In a little while,” I said. “I'm dead.”

“I can't wait!” she cried and went down on her knees and, taking my dripping wet cock in her hands, put its diminished head between her rosebud lips and began sucking and licking it… but just then nothing was of any avail. She pulled her mouth clear of its limpness, looking ready to cry like the little girl she still was, and then brightened and said, “Okay, Jeff, if you won't fuck it, suck it. I've tried with you.” She scrambled up on the table like a little brown monkey and lay on her back and doubled up her legs so that her suffusing pussy was right there at table's edge.

I looked at Anita and Darlene, and shook my head helplessly.

Anita pushed back a strand of coal-black hair from her face with the back of her wrist and said, “Oh, go ahead, Jeff darling.”

Darlene said, “Go ahead and suck her off. We won't be able to sit down until she's had it.”

“Stick it all the way in, Jeff,” said Francie, peering out at me through the window of her doubled-up legs.

She was so small that by holding her rump bottom and top between my hands, I was able to manipulate her entire body as easily as if it were a sack of meal. I lifted her cunt up a few inches and bent down to it sideways, lapping the cute little cunt and holding it inside my mouth while I nibbled at its circumference with my teeth.

Francie began to utter little cries of delight as voluptuous sensation flooded her and the sharp taste of her sex sap was sweet on my lips. She began to throb and bounce on the table top, and I had to use all the strength in my hands and forearms to keep her from rolling onto the floor.

Then I changed my grip and pulled her sweet little buttocks so far apart I thought her arse-hole would split, and her little red cunt, with its creamlike covering, was as open as it was going to get. Then I thrust my tongue into it as far as it would go and began vibrating its tip.

Francie let out a squawk like an impaled pullet and her doubled-back legs flew out and apart, all but knocking on my ear. But I got hold of them again somehow and worked my tongue in and out of her steaming, streaming cunt while she flopped around in the tablecloth, giving vent to little moans that were timed perfectly with my tongue thrusts.

After a few more minutes, Francie seemed to explode again, going into a sort of fit of passionate delight. Then she stiffened and lay still and I pulled out of her and went over to the sink and washed my face and prick and rinsed out my mouth. If I had felt exhausted the morning after Anita and Darlene first introduced me to the pleasures of fucking and sucking, I was truly a rambling wreck now. My cock felt numb and soaked through, anesthetized by the workouts and the drenching in body fluids it had received. The insides of my thighs felt sprung and my belly felt as if a herd of elephants had just trampled it in passing.

I was so weak I thought I was going to keel over in a faint when I finally got to sit down again. The girls cooed and clucked over me and actually took turns feeding me. I got a couple more drinks inside me and we all sprawled around in our delightful informal garb to let the sorely needed food digest.

Darlene said, “Come on, girls, we're all going to rest tonight. If we don't let up on darling Jeff, we're going to kill him… or do him real harm. I know it isn't going to be easy for any of us, but we've got to take care of him if we want to enjoy the rest of this summer.”

Anita said, “He's young enough and strong enough to take all we can give him.”

Francie said, “Jeff's going to be all right. He was just hungry.”

Anita said, “Darlene's right, Francie. Look at him!”

I had had all I could take. I got up and had to grab the table. The drinks had hit me like so many locomotives. I said, “I'm going to bed, kiddies. I'm pooped.”

They came along with me. Anita carried the big jug of vodka, saying, “If we can't fuck, we may as well get smashed.”

Darlene went along with her. How much they drank I didn't know then, because I went out like a light the moment my aching head hit the sex-damp pillow.

I had no idea what time it was when I woke up. Moonlight was slanting through the windows and tinting with eerie silver highlights the shadowed flesh tones around me. The bed was so rumpled it felt like an Indian fakir's bed of nails, and the air was warm and close in that semitropical climate. The stink of stale sweat and stale semen and stale sex sap from my three sisters was indescribable… nor did the smell of stale alcohol help. My skin felt crusty with salt and sperm and pussy juice and even my scalp was stiff with dried sweat.

The girls lay all around me in the big bed… Darlene on my left, flat on her back with the fingers of one hand caressing her cunt even in slumber. Anita lay huddled up in a ball of boobs and buttocks on my right with her head buried in a stinking pillow, one of those that had earlier served to prop up her dripping pussy when I fucked her there. Golden-haired little Francie lay curled up in a corner of the foot like a kitten with only the top of her beautiful head visible above the cradle of her forearms.

All at once a terrific wave of revulsion overwhelmed me… revulsion for sex, for my sisters, for what we had done with each other the past few days and nights. I had to get out of there, to cleanse myself, to be alone and free from any and all females for a bit.

Anita was snoring gently, and the others were breathing deeply and regularly in the sleep of exhaustion. I turned over gingerly so as not to wake any of them and slipped off the right side of the bed through the only breach in the barricade of female flesh that surrounded me… between Anita's trim little feet and the sleek curve of