Carter Sprague - My Sisters And I

I determined right then to bring her on quickly even against her will. There had been nothing competitive in my fucking the girls… we had all been in the game together, seeking every possible form of fucking fun. But fucking with Missie was very much something else, not only a matter of fulfillment as a female but an expression of the arrogant power of her beauty and sensuality… an instrument to make her the master of any male she chose to find her pleasure with.

Bring her on… but how? I remembered her daughter's explosive reaction to having her tits sucked while she was being fucked. So I tried it on Missie. Pulling on those sweet-scented honeydews was sheer heaven, and I sought to amplify the impact of my lips and tongue and teeth by squeezing their undersides gently. I might as well have been fondling the boobs of a store-window dummy as far as getting the response I sought was concerned.

I remembered how Darlene had spun into orbit when I diddled her clitoris while my dong was imbedded in her up to the hilt… and I dug a forefinger into where the roots of my cock were absorbed in her sweet clinging chamber of delight and diddled the button.

Missie went into a little samba motion with her cunt and murmured, “Mmmm… nice, darling!” But she didn't take off.

I remembered how Francie had detonated when I dug my thumbs into her arsehole and tried to get into her crack from behind. At first, Missie refused to cooperate, and I though I was onto something… but then, with a flicker of tolerant boredom, as if to say, “Let the child have his fun if he likes it that way,” she lifted her rump and let me poke around the puckered rim of her bunghole. Nothing!”

I remembered how little Jean had reacted… but Jean had reacted extravagantly to each and every form of sexual stimulation I had tried on her, so that was no help.

I looked up at Missie, riding me astride with the casual arrogance of a born rider who knew every conceivable trick her mount might try to unhorse her. She was onto my little game and had no intention of letting me get the whip hand over her.

Her control was absolute and I could tell she was enjoying a rigid orgasm by the way she was creaming around my cock in her cunt, by the way her sex sap was flooding out through the tiny spaces between prick and labia and making our crotches sticky-slippery. But she was going to make me sweat for a real reaction until she was good and ready to indulge in one herself.

This was not my idea of the game at all… I felt I had to get control of her or I was lost in that already turbulent household. Missie was a darling stepmother and I loved her dearly, but she had one fault… she liked to run the whole show and dominate everyone around her. '

Let her win this first bout between us, and I was as good as dead… she'd be dictating not only my sex life but the color of my socks and what I did with my weekly allowance. I began to feel desperate, because I was going to have to have action quick or I'd be coming without any action at all… the worst way next to a dry fuck. Even if she did start swinging, she'd be doing it as a favor to a fresh kid who'd got into her pants… not because she couldn't help herself. And that wouldn't do me any good, either.

There she sat, or rather squatted, with her hole full of my throbbing cock and her soul full of condescension… it was more than I could stand. Looking me right in the eye was her navel. Instead of being a tiny hole, like most people's, it stuck right out of her belly like a third tit. To me, just then, it looked like a third eye with the lids shut to hide the mockery behind them. Its very protuberance was the ultimate mark of her sexual smugness.

Filled with despair and frustration, I lifted my head, pulled her torso toward me, and put my mouth against the odd little mound in her flesh. Then, in an excess of torment, I bit it. Not hard… I didn't have to. In fact, the instant my teeth touched the flesh of it, Missie blew higher than a whole squadron of spaceships at liftoff. She gave a violent start and then great shudders passed through her entire body. Her face dissolved like a gelatin mask in the sun and through clenched teeth she uttered a wailed, “You've got it!”

I lifted my head and bit it gently again… and from then on, the floodgates were open. Suddenly, I was passionately enwrapped in a beautiful dolphin after a spell of playing with minnows. Missie could do more things with her cunt in five seconds than any of the other could do in a full minute. Talk about your educated cunts… she had a cunt with every postgraduate degree in the book. It went up and down, it went sideways, it went around in one direction and then in another, it swallowed me whole and spit me out, then swallowed me whole again.

Before I could take any defensive measures, my balls were firing jizzum into my tube and I was blasting away inside her guts as if I were trying to shoot a hole in the top of her womb. By this time, she was rocking and swaying on my loins, her terrific tits bobbing in all directions, her long black braids flying free and her bottom busier than a beaver in a spring freshet. When at last she was able to halt, she said, “You son of a bitch!”

I said, “You're speaking of my mother.”

She cuffed me gently for that and then said, “I don't know how you did what you did… but please don't tell anyone about it. I can promise, if you do, you'll be sorry.”

“I believe you, Missie… besides, why should I put anybody else onto such a wonderful thing?”

Her smooth strong hands caressed my face. She said, “That's awfully sweet, Jeff.”

I said, “Especially Cousin George.”

She wrinkled her beautiful nose and said, “I wasn't thinking of Cousin George… I'm afraid he was a mistake.”

She shifted her crotch on my loins and suddenly I knew she was going to get off and that I didn't want her to… not yet. To date, I still hadn't got my rocks off a second time in her cunt… yet she must have gotten hers a score of times during the action.

There was only one thing to do, so I did it… I bit her in the navel again.

Her beautiful jaws set like granite as she sought to control the waves of passion that were sweeping through her body. I could feel her quiver beneath my hands on her hips, and where our crotches met she felt like a vibrator.

Through her teeth, she murmured, “You little bastard!” and, with a tremendous effort of will, she seemed to be regaining self-mastery… so I removed one hand from her hips and diddled her navel gently with the tip of a forefinger.

That did it! She uttered a sharp little shriek that became a long, low moan of despair and delight blended in equal quantities… and then became a groan of ecstasy as her entire being became a bottomless well of unbearable rapture.

If her previous detonation had been a hurricane, her second coming was a tornado of sheer unadulterated sex. Her tilted eyes glazed again as the giant orgasm took over. Beneath her dark tan, the darker area around her erect nipples spread until it seemed to cover most of her breasts. Her heaving body grew mottled with the flush of utter abandonment to voluptuous delight.

As for the action of her cunt when the frenzy gripped her, so much happened so fast that I can only say that I seemed to be fucking all the women in the world at one time. For one delicious bit, she flattened her breasts against my ribs with a wonderfully squishy impact each time she drove her creaming coozie crashing down on my loins, devouring my prick completely with the voracious mouth in her crotch. It was straightaway upside down fucking and I shot my wad into her depths and she hugged me tight, wriggling, until her tremendous spending began to subside… then kissed me and sat up. I felt my cock begin to wilt in the stillness and didn't want to leave that magnificent haven yet… so I gave her belly button another twist and she was off to the races a third time, leaning backward on my reburgeoning cock and going around and around like a mixmaster.