My Sisters And I

Unlike Jean, Anita didn't flatten out under the weight of his fierce rear assault… she gave a little and then braced herself and took it with waggling bottom as he pistoned into her like a madman… never once losing a beat of the rhythmic licking she was giving Darlene's steaming cunt.

But I had matters of my own to attend to, and they were rapidly getting more complicated as little Jean, not wishing to be left out of the fun and games, straddled my head and lowered her creaming little pussy right down on my mouth… so rapidly that I was barely able to get my tongue out in time and spear right into the depths of her luscious tunnel of love.

I felt a shudder of voluptuous delight race right through her twelve-year-old Lolita body and wiggled the tip of my tongue far up in her cunt, causing her to climax just as Francie's rhythm on my cock picked up speed and she went to the races herself.

I couldn't see a thing, of course, with Jean's creaming crotch blocking my vision, but from the shifting of their bodies and the sounds they made, I could tell that my two younger sisters were embracing on top of me and kissing and hugging each other while I serviced their sweet, soft undersides. It was a combination of pleasures for all three of us that had to be hard to beat.

As if from somewhere far off, I heard Cousin George scream again… really a banshee wail this time… but then Jean went into deep orgasm and began spilling her sex sap all over my face until I was forced to use my tongue as a cork and block the flow or be drowned in the flood… which only served to make her spend more freely.

At this point, Francie began gripping the base of my dong rhythmically with the large lips of her cunt, gripping and relaxing, gripping and relaxing, until I knew my time was near again. Then she gripped and held and leaned far backward so that my dong was bent way down and I couldn't have come under any conditions because the passage was blocked two ways.

I began to thrash about as the feeling grew unbearable… yet incredibly exciting and sweet… until, sensing my discomfort, she straightened up and relaxed her grip on the base of my prick… then slid up and down on it a half- dozen times and settled on it all the way, tightening it all around.

I exploded into her with the force of a rifle shot… and she rested where she was, trembling delicious, while I waited for my rampant dick to deflate itself inside her and Jean rocked back and forth so hard that she finally fell right off my head onto her back.

But my cock refused to lie down. I was just about to roll Francie over on her side and take the next fuck a little easier when Jean decided she wanted her turn and assailed Francie like a mini-hurricane, pushing her off me and sending her sprawling onto the sand. As Jean thrust my cock into her cunt, she cried, “I've got a lot of catch-up fucking to do,” and began rolling around on my prick in a wild sort of figure-eight motion.

By this time, I had had enough of the underdog position and besides the mattress tufts were threatening to make permanent dimples in my backside. So I wound myself up and rolled over and lifted myself up on my hands and knees… but I wasn't going to get away from Jean for a moment, not that easily at any rate. Her arms went tight around my neck and her legs locked themselves around my torso, so that she was affixed to my underside like a baby kangaroo to its mother… and all the time, her little cunt was busy giving my cock a workout as if it would never stop.

Somehow I staggered to my feet… with Jean still clinging to me, still pumping her darling little bottom up and down on my prick like a piston housing. I got my hands under her and squeezed her buttocks hard, planning to make her give up, but things didn't work out that way. Instead of causing her to let go of me, Jean reacted by having a wild orgasm, spending so freely that I could feel her juices running down the insides of my thighs. Enough was enough, I decided, and, staggering unsteadily in the sand thanks to the weight and activity of my burden, I headed for the water myself.

Just as I got knee deep in the warm wash of the Gulf, my left heel skidded in the soft sand and both feet slipped out from under me and I went down on my back, carrying little Jean with me. If the water hadn't cushioned our fall, it would have knocked the wind out of me. As it was, I lost control of the situation completely.

Little Jean, who had hung on tight all the way, began to pump her cunt up and down on my dong again as I lay helpless and finally began to wilt. I never thought I'd be grateful to lose a hard with so many sex-rabid females around, but this one had lasted too long for comfort and every muscle in my prick was begging for a recess.

As it slipped out of her cunt, Jean uttered a scream of dismay, made a grab for it and tried to stuff it back up into her hole… but to no avail. I was out of the running for the moment and glad to be so. Up on the beach, Cousin George was still fucking Anita, who seemed to be having a ball by the way her bottom was thrusting and the moans of joy that came out of her every time he rammed his dick home in her cunt.

But Cousin George didn't seem to be enjoying himself. If Anita was emitting moans of sheer pleasure, the sounds coming out of his throat sounded more like the cries of a hound in mortal agony. As I watched from my watery cushion, he came and screamed and pulled out of her thrashing body and once again came racing toward the Gulf, holding his still stiff prick in both hands as if he were trying to yank it out by the roots.

Anita got up and shook herself and saw Jean sucking madly on my still-limp cock and came running down toward us with Darlene and Francie, who had been happily sucking each other off, in hot pursuit.

I pushed Jean away and yelled, “Time out!” before they could fall upon me. I sat up and they joined me, crouching to dip their creaming rumps in the drink and cool them off. Out on the reef, Cousin George was scrubbing at his dick with his bare hands and emitting little yelps of anguish.

“Okay, Anita,” I said. “What in hell did you put in the food tonight?”

“Spanish fly,” said Anita promptly.

“Cousin George got it in L.A. and bragged to Jean that he was going to use it on us,” said Francie.

“So we decided to use it on him,” said Darlene. “That way, he'd have to fuck us and we'd have a ball while he was hurting like hell.”

“Why wish it on me?” I asked.

“I didn't give you anywhere near as big a dose,” said Anita. “We just wanted you to have fun, too.”

“How much did you girls give yourselves?” I asked.

“Enough,” said Anita, “so that if somebody doesn't poke a stiff prick into me in a couple of minutes I'm going to have to jack off with a broom handle.”

“Hey,” said Jean. “I don't feel anything extra special. And you promised me the same dose.”

“But I did…” began Anita. She looked at the others. “The one without Spanish fly… Missie's order… was on the left end of the row when I lined up the casseroles. Remember?”

“On the left end!” said Francie. “I thought you said on the right end.” Her knuckles flew to her half-open mouth.

“Jesu!” Anita reverted to her native Spanish. “You know what that means? It means my mother got it.”

“She hasn't done anything,” said Darlene anxiously.

“She got the mickey finn, too,” said Francie. “Maybe a good thing, huh?”

“Maybe…” Anita sounded doubtful. “Poor Mama. Let's hope it's worn off by the time she comes to.”

“Oh-oh,” said Darlene. “Here comes Gorgeous George.”

He stood in front of us, hanging onto his erect dick with tears running down his pimpled cheeks. He said, “I know what you bitches did to me, and if one of you doesn't help me out, I'll really start yelling.”

Anita said, “It's somebody else's turn this time. How about it?”

They acted and sounded as if fucking Cousin George were a distasteful chore… but finally, Darlene got up grudgingly and led him up to the mattresses where she lay down and spread her legs, absorbing his prong without any symptoms of visible pleasure.

Anita and Francie and Jean and I continued to sit in the shallow water with the girls clustered around me, nuzzling me like soft warm puppies. After a while, I could feel my loins begin to stir. Francie noted my revival first and reached for my prick and massaged it gently, making a cylinder of her fist and rubbing it up and down a few times, then putting her lips and tongue to its tumescent tip.

Jeanie and Anita began pulling Francie off, but I said, “There's enough for everybody, if you don't crowd me.”

“But you didn't finish with me.” Jean pouted prettily.

“Don't blame him,” said Anita. “It's my turn again.” She spoke with the authority of her years, and the two