My Sisters And I

She looked at me through the hold in the partition, and said, “Bullshit! I'm the only virgin left in my class in school. Do you think I want to be an old maid?”

She was up squatting on her knees so we could talk eye to eye. She was like a plump little plum, just waiting to be devoured by anyone with nerve and sense enough to pluck her from branch and stem.

As for me… my dong was up and straining against the front of my shorts so hard I had to look down and make an adjustment. When I looked back again, Francie had vanished. Then I heard her laughing softly behind me like some cherub who had joyously sold out to the devil. Her beautiful brown skin was gleaming with the sweat she had worked up in her efforts to lubricate her pussy and her bright green eyes went from my face to my jock as I swung her way. She pointed at it with a plump forefinger, and said, “That's better than any candle…” and then she was all over me.

I knew this was wrong but it was as if I were hypnotized… I couldn't have moved to fight Francie off if I'd wanted to… and the hell of it was that I didn't want to. From the instant her flesh touched mine, I was like a plastic doll in the hands of that adorable cherub.

Anita had expressed desire for me yesterday afternoon when she took my cherry so deliciously in the Gulf water on the reef offshore. Darlene had been so hungry for my cock that she had been unable to keep herself from sucking as well as fucking me last night. But both of their desires, laid end to end or rolled up together, were small compared to the lust of this sex-hungry, love-hungry child.

When I was able to tear my lips free from hers for an instant, I cried, “Christ, honey, you're too young.”

She said, “Juliet was only fourteen.”

I said, “But Juliet didn't fuck her own brother.”

She said, “I saw what you did with Anita yesterday… and she's not even your real sister.”

I gave up… short of knocking her unconscious, there wasn't much else I could do. By then she had pulled my trunks off… with some difficulty, thanks to the size of my pole… and was staring at its erect length with undisguised, openmouthed wonder and delight.

She said, in a whisper after bending to kiss its pink-purple tip delicately, “It's beautiful… but it's so big! It almost frightens me.”

I said, “It's not as big as that candle I watched you try to jam up your cute little twat.”

She said, “But this doesn't have a wick.”

I saw the laughter in her wicked green eyes and was glad… Francie was basically a merry little girl, full of the most charming if often aggravating mischief. Her crack about my cock not having a wick was typical Francie mischief. I was happy to see her so happy and no longer in tears, so for the time being I put everything out of my mind except the task of making her happier… and if this added to my own bliss, who was around to say me nay?

She hugged me and kissed me all over and played with me and I gave her at least as good as she got. I kissed her nipples until they stood to rigid attention, I rubbed her little clit until she began to wriggle like a fish on my middle finger, I massaged her buttocks and the crack between them until she opened up like a sunflower in bright daylight. I tangled my tongue with hers until we were both short of breath.

All the while, she was fingering my dong which was expanding to ever greater proportions. It was as if, after sixteen years of being kept under wraps, having found its proper targets the day and night before, it was suddenly coming into full manhood. Thanks to the workouts Anita and Darlene had given it, it was slow to come… which was a good thing or I'd have shot my wad before we even made genital contact. I was halfway reluctant to fuck her for fear of hurting her. After all, I'd never broken a maidenhead in my life and Francie was my own kid sister, but after a while, things reached a pass where the thing had to be done or we were going to wind up hung halfway up the wall.

She may have been about half my size but right then she had the strength of a full-grown Amazon. She locked herself to me as I sat on the bed and went over backward, pulling me with her, so that I was lying on top of her sugar-sweet young body with her firm little legs tight around my ramp and her arms around my neck. She lay still for a moment and whispered, “Fuck me, Jeff… fuck me now!”

So help me, I tried. Her virgin hole may have been tiny, but it was dripping, and I had no trouble inserting the head of my cock. She uttered a little squeal of delight as it pushed past her portals and our union commenced… but when I tried to sink myself deeper in her tight little shaft I felt as if the end of my dong had rammed right up against a stone wall. She stiffened around it and closed her green eyes tight and said through her gleaming white teeth, “Ram it through, Jeff. I want it all the way in. Jam it up where it belongs.”

I pulled back a little and she shuddered and gasped and clung to me convulsively, afraid I was going to pull all the way out. But I had no intention of doing that now that my cock had tasted pussy again. I drove it into her as hard as I could… and once again I felt as if I had hit a rock.

“Again!” she urged. “Don't quite now, Jeff.”

I gave it another try and decided enough was enough. If I kept it up, my prick was going to be truncated, or so I thought. Besides, it was beginning to hurt like hell.

“Don't, Jeff!” she gasped as I withdrew. “Please don't stop fucking me. I can't stand it.”

“/can't stand it,” I said.

My prick was beginning to lose some of its stiffness. Sitting up beside me, Francie saw it wilt and uttered a cry of alarm and fell upon it like a puma swarming all over a hapless rabbit. She rubbed it, she tickled it, she suckled it, her platinum-streaked golden head bobbing up and down along its shaft like some kind of a machine… and in a couple of minutes it was bigger than before. After all, Cock Robin still wanted his worm.

She straightened and sat on her haunches beside me, her green eyes studying my cock thoughtfully. She seemed to be measuring not only its size but its angle as I lolled back on my elbows with the partition at my shoulder blades. Then she reached a decision, saying, “Don't move, Jeff darling… I've got to work this out for myself,” she straddled me sinuously, then lifted her sweet little rump and, holding my rigid cock steady with her right hand around behind under her crotch, she worked her cunt down over it until, once more, the barrier of her maidenhead blocked any further penetration.

She grabbed my shoulders tightly with both hands and I could feel her little cunt tighten around the head of my prick. Then she lifted, holding my tip still inside her and then drove down with all her force and with gravity working in her favor as well. There was a tearing sensation and she let out a little yelp of agony. Then she jammed the knuckles of her left hand into her mouth and went right on pushing down on my prick, taking more and more of it into her.

I've heard quite a few guys talk about taking their first cherries… but I never heard of anyone else who was in a position to watch the whole thing while it was happening. It was exciting as hell. Little by little, her cunt was absorbing my cock, like a boa constrictor ingesting a baby sheep. It seemed to be drawn up into her by some irresistible force… but slowly, oh so slowly, pulling the rim of her cunt and even some of the sparse golden hair sprouting from the crack and mound above it in after itself. I saw her wince and said, “Honey, I'm hurting you.”

She said, “It's killing me… but I'm not stopping now.”

She wasn't, either. As I held still, propped against the partition, she began pumping her cunt slowly up and down on my rod. It was indescribably tight and hot and she could not get me more than two thirds of the way in. As she thus employed slow friction, each time she pulled up, she left my prick bright red with her hymeneal blood. Her mouth was open and she was uttering little panting sounds, like a bitch in heat on a warm day… and she was in heat all right, poor little darling. I could feel waves of pain ripple through her and she flinched each time she drew me deeper into her tight little passage and knew that, so far, she was not getting much fun out of it.

But Francie was always a determined kid… once she made up her mind she wanted something, she hung in there until she got it, whether it was a new toy or a new boy… and this time she wanted to become a woman in the fullest sense of the word. There was only one hitch in the path of her progress toward fulfillment… me. Propped up as I was with my shoulder blades flattened against the uneven wooden partition and with Francie's weight full upon my loins, I was beginning to feel more and more as if I were caught in a pretzel-bending machine.

Each time she brought herself down, I felt the back of my head bang the wall through the bull fight poster. I wanted to make things easier for both of us and got one hand free to circle her buttocks and bring her to a stop. She said, “What's the matter?”