younger girls gave up, grumbling, and then, recovering quickly, raced to the mattresses where they fell on one another in a joyous sixty-nine.
“Cute little kittens,” murmured Anita. Then, putting her arms around me and nuzzling me with her beautiful breasts, “I'm sorry if I hurt you, darling Jeff. I didn't mean to… honest. I just wanted to give Cousin George a bad time and have some fun myself.”
“You seem to be doing all right,” I said, slipping my hand under the shallow water and into the hot, throbbing haven of her creaming cunt. It was impossible to tell whether Anita or the Gulf was wetter.
We didn't bother going back to the mattress pad or out to the reef where I had lost my cherry to her. She just rolled over on her back and parted her legs in the most delectable figure-Y in the world and thrust her cunt above the surface to receive my again stiff prick. I slid it into her gently and she purred like a kitten as our union became complete. In more ways than one, it was like coming home again, and I could have spent the rest of the night just lying there joined to her, with neither of us moving. My cock didn't hurt any more, and evidently some of the influence of the Spanish fly had worn off with her, because we just took it easy and let the water lap around us while our bodies spoke silently.
Her cunt stirred after a bit and I responded, then checked her with my hands on her bottom. “Let's lie still a little longer,” I said.
“I can't, darling Jeff… I love you too much.” A delicious stirring, then repose again. Then, “With you, it's beautiful.” Another stirring, more frantic, a small quick orgasm shaking her beautiful young body. Then, “I've fucked a lot of boys the last two years, darling Jeff, but you're so far the best, there's no second.”
“What about Cousin George?”
“Darling Jeff, if I loved him as I love you, do you think I'd have done what I did tonight to him?”
“But you did it to me, too.”
“I'm sorry.” Another stir, then, “I think. Oh, Jeff, it's so lovely.” Soft, intricate motions that set the water lapping gently around us.
“What's the matter with Cousin George?” I asked.
“He's too competitive… he thinks he has to master a girl. He doesn't try to make her happy the way you do. All he wants is to get himself off in her… and that's not love.”
“You mean like this?” I bore down hard on her and dug into her with a burst of renewed stamina. I ground my dick spiraling into her, withdrew it rapidly and hit her again and again, ramming my entire pelvis into her counterthrusting crotch.
I stepped up the pace and felt her legs begin to piston in and out spasmodically like a frog's. She gasped, her voice grainy with ecstasy, “I can't stand… Oh, my God, darling. Oh, my God…
Her cunt seemed to come gyrating up out of the water to join me as my sperm flowed from my balls up through my prong and burst through its tip into the very heart of her body. She seemed to be suspending herself on the water, seeking to devour with her womb every drop of semen I possessed, holding her pussy flat against my scrotum and moaning, “Jesus, darling Jeff, but your balls feel so wonderful flapping against my crack.”
Then she began to grind some more, and I stayed right with her. As we moved like a single living creature and the slippery sperm in her cunt was absorbed once more by her rich sex sap, I began to realize what a perfect fucking machine my stepsister was. The others were all wonderful, of course, but each because of some oddity of structure, like Darlene's up-front cunt, Francie's short tunnel with the long grasping lips, Jean's tiny tight little pussy and sleek, hairless girl-child's body.
But Anita was structural perfection. Her boobs were full as a grown woman's, yet they didn't hang unless she bent over. Her arse was round and perfect and soft, but firm and silky. Her legs and arms were perfect and the low rise of belly above her pussy was like a Persian pleasure dome. As for the cunt nested beneath her triangle of curly black cunt hair, it was in no way unusual… at least, not as my real sisters' cunts were… but just what a cunt ought to be… soft and silky and tight enough to send a guy on his way in a hurry if she was of a mind to. I could reach and pass the flanged gates far inside, but it took a good prick and a good poke to do so. She was juicy, too, and knew what to do with her hole, as she knew what to do with her entire body.
I didn't grudge Anita the other guys who had got in her pants, not even Cousin George, if she had learned how to fuck from them. Somehow, I realized then that the most important thing of all was that she loved to fuck… even more important that she loved to fuck me.
I cradled her in the shallow water and kissed and cuddled her to show my love, even while our fucking pieces were making the water dance. She understood my gesture and held me close but not too tightly, and we rolled in the surfless sea until affection at length grew lost in a resurgence of irresistible passion that returned fierceness to our mutual onsets and made the final peak more memorable than any of the fuckings that had preceded it. But underneath, the real love survived the heat of our tumultuous double-orgasm and she offered her lips and kissed mine lightly with a new affection we both knew would last.
When, at length, she pushed me softly away, she said with a rueful little laugh, “I don't know what I'm going to do with you, but this is going to make our lives very complicated.”
“What about the others?” I asked, pretending not to understand her… perhaps because I didn't dare.
She sat up, ran her fingers through her sopping wet raven hair, and said, with her dark eyes boring right into me in the moonlight, “Oh, it will go on, of course… but it won't really matter and we both know it.”
For answer, I reached down and gave her cunt a tender squeeze under water and kissed her nipples while she pressed my head against them. Then we got up and walked toward the mattress pad, where four figures writhed and merged in a mad melange of human flesh. We watched them for a few moments… as nearly as I could figure things out, Cousin George was being fucked by Francie sideways and was sucking Darlene, who in her turn was sucking little Jean, who was flopping around in orgasm like a beached fish. I looked down at Anita, close in the curve of my arm, and caught her looking up at me with an expression that said, “Shall we?”
I shook my head and she smiled and, without a word, still with arms about one another's yielding waists, we began to walk toward the house. When we were halfway there, she said, “We'd better see how Missie is,” and I said, “That's right.” We looked at one another and burst into laughter. We weren't going to bother with Missie… not then. We both wanted to be fucked again on a bed.
TEN
Anita led me to her little bedroom… she and Darlene had their own rooms, while Francie and Jean shared a room with a double-decker bed. Her reason for taking me there, instead of going to my room, was simple. When we crossed the threshold, she moved close against me and kissed me and said, “I've never fucked anybody in my own bed. I want you to be the first.”
“Not even Cousin George?” I let my hand slide down the glorious yielding curve of her back and she spread her legs slightly so that I had easy access to her creaming cunt from behind.
“Not even Cousin George,” she whispered, her lips less than an inch from mine. “We did most of our fucking outdoors… or in the shack.”
As our bodies fused and her lips met mine in a long, lingering kiss, and her tongue wreathed itself around mine, it was as if there had been no fucking at all that evening. I felt fresh and eager and my cock furrowed her belly, its top nuzzling the pit of her navel.
She slipped a hand edgewise between us and caressed its rigidity wonderingly. Pulling her lips free from mine, she said,
“Not tonight… not now.”
She laughed, said, “I must have given you more Spanish fly than I thought.”
I said, “It's not Spanish fly… that's worn off.”
It was true… for the first time since dinner my cock felt like itself. The last trace of the terrible burning itch had vanished. My telling her this caused her to melt against me in sheer delight and she whispered, “I'm glad, darling Jeff… so glad!”
