Carter Sprague - My Sisters And I

Her hair was plastered to her head like streaks of mud in the moonlight, but she pulled and shook it clear and then came close again and embraced me and said, “Do I smell better now?”

“You're okay,” I told her. I wasn't sure whether I wanted her there just then or not, so I kept it cool.

She sensed my mood and was troubled by it and said, “You're not sore because I followed you here, Jeff darling?”

“Not now,” I said. How could anyone be sore with my little sister, who looked like an angel and acted like one when she wasn't playing the irresistibly amorous cherub? I gave her childlike body a squeeze of affection, and she rubbed herself against me like a half-drowned kitten.

“I'm glad, darling Jeff,” she told me, her green eyes dark in the moon's shadow. “I love you so much I think I'd die if I even thought I'd offended you.”

“You couldn't offend me, darling,” I told her. “I love you, too.”

It was a mistake… or so I thought for a few seconds. She rubbed closer against me and did everything but purr to show her happiness. Then her little fingers slipped up on me under the water and grabbed my cock and began to diddle it gently. Lifting it above the surface so that she could see it, Francie murmured, “It's so beautiful, so lovely… how does it feel to be able to give all of us such pleasure with it?”

I said, wondering why I was unable to push her away, “It feels pretty good from my end, too, honey… but right now, it's not in shape to give anybody pleasure.”

I caught a glint of mischief in the eyes that glittered up at me. She said, “I'll bet I can fix it so it would give us both lots of pleasure, darling Jeff.”

I said, “Oh, Jesus, honey… not now… not yet. It's had a hell of a workout the last few days.”

But again I didn't pull clear or push her away and the little devil knew I couldn't do it. She squeezed my cock comfortably and then it gave the game of aloofness away completely… it began to grow under the ministrations of her knowing little fingers and palm.

She said, “Oh, darling… it's come to life!” Then she knelt in the water and put her mouth to it with only her nose and eyes above it and began the most delicious sucking action while one of her tiny hands caressed its base and the balls beneath and the other ran lively fingers up and down the crack of my arsehole.

I felt shivers chasing one another up my spine, and they weren't a result of a watery chill. Incredibly, I could feel a stir in my depleted loins and my cock gave a sudden jump outward and upward that carried it back above the surface, bringing the busy lower half of Francie's head with it.

She gave my dong a final smacking suck and she pulled her mouth clear of its head and, still holding it ready with one hand, said, “I watched you out here with Anita three afternoons back.”

I said, “I know… Darlene told me that night.”

She said, “I saw what you did to her. I want you to do it to me, too… just the way you did it to her.”

I tried to be sensible. I said, “Honey, I don't think I'm ready.”

“That's not what he's trying to tell us.” Triumphantly, she held my rampant cock above water. “Besides, you owe it to me.”

“How do you figure that?”

“In the kitchen… you fucked Anita and Darlene until you had nothing left for me.”

“But I sucked you silly, Francie.”

“Sucking's second best,” she said. “It doesn't really count unless I feel you spurt inside me. That's what I love the most.”

I knew I had let the game go along too far. I was past the point of no return myself. I said, “Okay then, you want it that way?”

“I want it that way.”

“Then come here.”

My cock was so stiff that it was actually hurting. If I didn't get it into Francie's sex box right then, I had a feeling it was going to hurt a lot more… so I didn't fool around, any more than I had fooled around with Anita when I rammed it into her from the rear when she was bending over the meat loaf in the oven.

So I grabbed her by the legs and pulled her to me, letting her fork herself around my middle and bring her cunt right up against my jock. The angle wasn't quite right, though, and my big stiff prick slid over its open and parted the wet fuzz on her mound.

Francie let out a gasp of alarm and grabbed it, pushing herself away and lowering my dong until I yelled from the pain. She got the head of my cock right against her opening and pushed at me. Just as I thrust forward at her with all my strength.

The water had dried up her hole and my dong, stiff as it was, only got a couple of inches into her. I could feel it drag the soft inner fabric along with it. It must have felt as if I was raping her, for she kicked and struggled and tried to cry out, but swallowed a mouthful of water instead and could only sputter and struggle furiously.

The contortions she went through did the trick, thank God, and her cunt began to fill with sex sap and I held firm until my dong imbedded itself all the way to the top of her womb by itself… like a section of iron crowbar drawn by a magnet.

Just like the time when I ripped through her hymen, the pain seemed only to add to her pleasure… and her cunt began to gyrate and buck against my jock in a whole series of crazy peaks. For a while, I just held it there, all the way in, while she spent herself, keeping my feet dug into the smooth sand of the shallow bottom and letting her flop around like a harpooned mermaid.

At last her big climax passed and she lay still, floating back on the water with her eyes closed and only the muscles in her legs locked around my waist telling me she was still conscious. I decided it was time for me to have some of the action and get us out of there, so I took her by the loins, holding her close, and began to thrust and withdraw myself, putting a little body English on each stroke.

I pierced her a half-dozen times before she reacted… and then she came to life like a filly stung by a bee. Her legs unlocked and flew free as I kept her crotch rolling around on my cock like an apple spinning on a spring. Her arms flailed at the water and she jerked her little head from side to side frantically.

It took me a long time to come, thanks to the number of workouts I had enjoyed during that past sixty hours or so, and the longer I dug into her the wilder she got. If Anita's cunt had felt wonderfully different when I plugged her hole from the rear, back in the kitchen, under water and at night, fucking Francie was like fucking a brand new-girl.

I noticed it more than I had with Anita, probably because I fucked her the first time in the Gulf and then on the bed after having Darlene and Francie in between… or maybe it was the effect of the night.

She seemed drier, somehow, but not too dry, and the effect was to make her an even tighter fit around my prick. She began waving her legs around wildly while I held her pinned to my bucking cock and I felt the jizzum finally beginning to roil up within me in preparation for its journey into her body and ground her cunt right into my pelvis and held it there while I poured everything I had into her guts in a marvelous moment of sheer sexual delight.

I didn't wane right away and held it in her until her orgasm finally subsided… then we separated and half swam, half waded back to the beach, utterly spent. We lay down and let the warm night air wipe us gently dry and then she cuddled against me, a delicious armful, and we fell asleep there under the planets with her sweet little fingers clutching my jock and two of my fingers buried in her hole.

I woke up out of a crazy dream in which I was sliding down the soft throat of a huge whale, like Jonah in the Bible, to find that Francie was sucking my cock, her tousled gold head with the silver streaks bobbing up and down like the head of a huge woodpecker hard at work on a tree trunk.