on it would crush it, but somehow my tool survived and then a whole new sensation of pleasure swept slowly outward from my cock and began to pervade my whole body.
Green as I was, I knew this was something special, and I dug my fingers into her buttocks and wedged both of my thumbs inside the tight little rim of her arsehole and stretched it apart. She gave a little dry of anguished delight and jumped, relaxing her cunt-grip on my dong and then tightening it still more. But the second of relaxation had given my jizzum time to rush upward toward its appointed goal, and then she was hanging on for dear life and pumping up and down on my prick until I jammed her all the way onto it again and let her have the full benefit of what my first explosion had left me… which was plenty.
She gasped, “Oh, my God!” and fainted and I staggered and fell over sideways, carrying her under water with me. It brought her back to consciousness, of course, and we caught our breath and then fished for my trunks and her bra, which she had worn out from the beach and discarded only when she caught up with me.
We barely made it back to the beach and had to lie there on the sand for an hour or more before we recovered the strength to go up to the house and put on some clothes for dinner.
TWO
That evening I looked at my father with new eyes as he sat at the head of the table, dishing out the food Missie had prepared. Until now I had always taken him for granted. But after my initiation on the reef with Anita, I realized what a lot of man he was… massive, red-bearded, obviously virile as a goat. I wondered about him in bed with Missie, dark, passionate, beautiful, a grown-up version of her daughter, who sat demurely across from me, acting as if nothing at all had happened.
Without closing my eyes, I could visualize Dad and Missie, naked, thrashing around on the huge bed in their room, his big prick imbedded in her cunt in a thrusting, gasping, sobbing tangle of limbs, rolling and rocking in the grip of their ardor. Then I tried to visualize Dad with my real mother and quickly withdrew the thought because I simply couldn't make it.
Then Cousin George snapped me out of it, saying, “Give Jeff another helping. He's great for seconds.” I offered my plate to be passed up the line for another helping. Darlene, on my left, took it and handed it on to Dad, who dished out another helping from the big earthenware pot. As usual, on Tuesday, it was a stew made up of the Sunday roast. As it came back, George, bless his dirty little heart, said, “It's a good thing Jeff goes for leftovers, too.”
I tried to think of some kind of comeback to put George in his place, but couldn't think of anything that wouldn't spill the fact I had fucked Anita that afternoon. So I just looked at George who returned my gaze mockingly. He and I had never actually come to blows, but we'd been close a number of times. Now I knew I was going to have to whale the tar out of him… and soon. I knew I could outfight him, just as I was pretty sure I could outfuck him after what had happened out on the reef. I was bigger and stronger and faster, even if he was a year older. I knew that he hadn't even made the tiddlywinks team at his school back East, while I was slated to play fullback at my own school in the San Fernando Valley.
What surprised me was Darlene. She snapped at George, “Quit picking on Jeff, if you know what's good for you.”
Majestic at the head of the table, Dad looked down at us and rumbled, “If you've got any arguing to do, do it outside… not in this house and not at table.”
I glanced at Missie, saw that she was regarding me with open speculation, and thought,
Before, she had been just big sis… now I realized she was one hell of an attractive woman… tall, willowy, with long, red hair. Freckles peeped through the suntan of her lovely face. I wondered what it would be like to be in her pants and if anyone had been there yet… and then I saw her turn pink beneath the tan and the freckles and turn her attention back to her plate. What the hell
I looked back at Anita and caught her regarding me. As she caught my eyes, she winked. I decided one thing right then and there as I winked back. I was going to get more of what I had gotten from her that afternoon, come hell or high water… a lot more of it!
I thought I'd never get to sleep when I went to bed at nine as usual, laying there, reliving those marvelous orgasms and what I knew had to be wonderful fucking in spite of my inexperience. I'd heard enough talk about it at school and around to know it wasn't often like that. I blessed Anita for being what she was and then lost the whole thing as the sandman arrived and did his job.
I was awakened by a dream that a kitten was romping all over me, to discover that it was real. Somebody was in bed with me, somebody soft and definitely female. I reached for the light switch but a hand stayed my arm and a soft voice whispered, “Don't… you'll wake the rest of them up.”
It was Darlene. She was naked as I was and since my bed on the island is only a cot we were as close together as two people can get… well, almost. She had looked willowy in a bikini, but, naked, her breasts were a lot fuller than I had suspected. I touched them, then cupped one in my hand and felt a shiver run the length of her beautiful body. Her lips were mere inches from mine and her breath was perfumed as she whispered, “I'd like to kill both of them.”
“Both of who?”
“George and Anita, for what they did to you on the beach.”
It caught me off guard. I asked, “What do you know about it?”
She said, “Francie and I saw the whole thing. We were on our way to join you when George started screwing Anita… that chiseling little Latin chippie!”
“Was that what you were trying to tell me at dinner?”
“Not all of it, Jeff darling.” Her arms slid around me, supple as two snakes, and her lips were suddenly crushed to mine, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth like a dancing flame. I was still sleepy, but I couldn't help responding. I put my own tongue to work and played with her bubbies until the nipples stood up like little pricks, and then I dropped a hand to her pussy and explored its design and discovered that whoever said women were all alike upside down was a bald-faced liar. Where Anita's cunt was set deep in her crotch, close to her asshole, Darlene's was well up front and center… and the patch of hair above it was soft and silken where Anita's was like steel wool.
I dug into her with my fingers and felt for the button and found it and her juices began to flow around my hand, sweet and wet and hot. I could feel her body flutter again as she came a little. She gasped and stiffened and pulled her lips clear and I had a sudden restraining thought and said, “Are you sure you want to go through with it?”
Her answer was a quick hug that all but broke my ribs. She whispered, her voice hot and fierce, “I've been wanting this for two whole years, darling, never mind if it's right or wrong. After what I saw this afternoon, wild bulldozers couldn't stop me.” She reached down and fondled my prick which had risen and was ready for the fray. She all but crooned over it while she caressed it and I began finger-fucking her again. She said, “I've been planning this ever since last summer when I saw you get a hard-on at the beach one day… and to think that filthy little cunt got ahead of me.”
I knew there was some dissension between Darlene and Anita, but I had never suspected it ran so deep. It was, I discovered, to be a night of many surprises.
She whispered, “That beautiful prick, so clean and pure as Sir Galahad's lance… and she had to spoil it!”
“It doesn't feel spoiled to me,” I said.
“Oh, darling, I didn't mean that. It's beautiful!”
So help me, then she bent over and kissed its tip and then took the head into her mouth and began lipping and tonguing it gently while she palmed my balls and ran her thumb and forefinger around the base. I knew right
