Carter Sprague - My Sisters And I

“Is she…?” Cousin George stammered as Anita lifted her head from the supposed corpse and drew the sheet over her mother's body, even covering her head. Then she turned and moved toward us, glaring at Cousin George like an avenging fate. As she passed us, she grabbed his wrist and said, “Come on…”

When he hesitated, she dropped her grip to his dangling cock and led him by it, as tiny Jean had led me that morning, out of the house and along the path to the beach. When we got to the pad of mattresses, she called, “Okay, girls, come and get it!”

Three naked nymphs came racing out of shadowy concealment under the pines and launched themselves at Cousin George… and, as soon as she had shed her scant clothing, a fourth, Anita, joined them.

Cousin George yelled at me to help him, but I was having too much fun watching. The girls didn't exactly undress him… they tore his clothing to shreds as they ripped it from his struggling body. Jean rolled behind him as Francie and Darlene shoved from the front, and he went arse over teakettle flat on his back with his skinny legs flying in the air. Anita was on him like a shot and the other three held his arms and legs as she began belaboring his unresponsive cock. She must have given his balls a squeeze, because he suddenly shrieked, “She's going to fuck me to death… don't let her fuck me to death.”

“You couldn't fuck your way into a paper bag, much less out of one.” Given his limp cock a hard yank that made him scream like a banshee, Anita got up and came over to me and said, “Come on, darling Jeff… let's show the dirty bastard how to fuck.”

I was enjoying the sight of Cousin George's discomfiture and more than willing since the whole scene, plus the hours that had gone by since Jean fucked me, had made me horny as a goat in spring time. I had long since dropped my own shorts to the sand, and my prong rose like a canted pillar in the bright moonlight.

Nor did the fact that Anita was as gentle and frisky as a provocative kitten hurt. She hugged me, rotating her marvelous teen-age breasts against me and brought her cunt as close as my rampant prick would permit. Then she knelt and bent my cock downward and nuzzled it with her lips, pulling it into her mouth and sucking it long and sensually.

When she judged it was ready, she gripped my haunches and pulled me to the mat with her, spreading her legs in a wide Y and thrusting the moonlit bush above her suffusing crotch right at my cock. I lifted the back of her thighs as she took hold of my prick and pushed down on it until it was below the level of her cunt… then let go and it sprang right up and into its target. She was so ripe for penetration that I felt as if I'd never fucked her before… boy, was she ready!

We both seemed to move in every direction at once, and yet were in perfect harmony. I went along until I could feel my own juices being to rise… then I began rolling her back and forth, giving her a tremendous ram with my cock each time we hit our sides, pulling it out on the rise slowly, and letting her have it hard and fast all the way on the way down to the other side.

Anita was a big orgasm girl all the way, quick to trigger and quick to keep coming back… but this action I'd picked up with Darlene on Missie's bed the night before really sent her into convulsions. She began to quiver all over as I went on rolling her, pummeling my chest and shoulders and digging her long fingernails into my back until I was afraid she'd shred it.

We were still rolling back and forth on the mattress pad when I felt myself began to buck and leap in her cunt as my own orgasm got under way… and as the jizzum rose inside my cock to explode deep in her tunnel of love, I felt a burning sensation along the inside of my tube that damn near made me let out a yip… and when it was over and I pulled my sopping stick out of Anita's boiling, slippery cunt, I knew it was going to stay hard as a rock.

Forgetting the game we were playing, I said, “Honey, what in hell did you put in that damn casserole? My cock's burning up.”

She put a sweat-wet hand over my mouth, said, “Shh!” and whispered, “He'll hear you. I gave him three times as much of everything. Watch…”

Evidently, the sight of me plumbing Anita had finally roused Cousin George to action. When I looked around, he was making it with Francie, flat on his back while she plunged up and down on his stiff prick like a jumping toy on a stick. The other girls were kneeling, side by side, just beyond them, savoring the spectacle and cheering Francie on as she made her initial assault on Cousin George's cock.

After a minute or two, his loins began to buck and tense and I could see he was coming… but just as he grabbed Francie and forced her all the way down on his cock, he opened his mouth and let out a howl that a mad dog would have envied.

Francie tumbled clear in a hurry as he shoved her off and sprawled alongside Anita and me, giggling, while Cousin George grabbed his dripping prick with both hands and began twisting it and squeezing it like a masturbator caught in a tornado.

Suddenly, moaning like a martyr on the rack, Cousin George scrambled to his feet and raced for the water and plunged into it up to his waist, still holding onto his burning pole with both hands.

Anita said, “He's going to have a hard-on all night… and every time he fucks one of us, he's going to think he's got a red-hot poker in his prick.”

“Hey… how about me?” My own cock was hot and sore… and erect as it could get.

“You'll be all right, darling Jeff,” said Anita. “Won't he, Darlene?”

“Does darling Jeff's poor joint need some soothing syrup?” my oldest sister crooned, moving against me and tucking it into her marvelously forward cunt. “Maybe it would like a poultice…right?”

“What have / done that rates this?” I asked. “I've only fucked you when you asked me to… and I haven't fucked Missie at all.”

Darlene cooed, “Let's just say, you're an un-innocent bystander, darling.” Then, dropping the rib as she began to squirm on my pole like a live moth impaled on a pin, she said, “I'm sorry, honey… Anita didn't mean to make yours so strong. But we didn't want you to lose out to Cousin George, either. After all, you're our only brother, and we're proud of you and want you to do well.”

The gentle fucking motions we were making began to get to her then, and she pulled me tight against her satin body and rubbed her boobs against my chest and began to suck at my lips and thrust her busy tongue between my teeth. Before I settled down to the sweet sport with her, I caught a glimpse of Cousin George over her right shoulder. He was racing out of the water, still moaning… and fell upon little Jean, poking his hot rod so hard into her cunt from behind that she fell forward on her belly with Cousin George on top of her, pumping into her rear like a maniac.

The sight of Cousin George spearing little Jean with his flaming prong, teed me off with Darlene, who was fucking me as if she were never going to be fucked again as long as she lived. So I drove it into her again and again until she began to scream and thrash her heels on the mattress. All the while her cunt was bucking and rotating on my cock like some tiny fur-bearing creature with a mind of its own.

She came and came again, as if there was no tomorrow. Each time she spent, she seemed to catch fire and to struggle wildly against the flames that were devouring her guts. Thanks to all the fucking I had already had, or maybe because of whatever it was Anita had put in the food, I was slow as Christmas to come, and when Darlene convulsed, I just let my prick lie in there and rolled with her punches.

Then, when she'd let up, gasping and trembling like a leaf, I'd start pumping away inside her again, giving my cock a twist as I rammed it into her every third or fourth stroke… and by the time I'd done that twice, she'd let out a moan of delight and go into another convulsion.