Carter Sprague - My Sisters And I

“They gave me Spanish fly,” he said miserably.

“I know,” said Missie, looking at them again. “Don't ever do that again, Anita. Do you hear?”

“Yes, Missie,” she said. “I'm sorry… I won't do it again.”

“Besides,” said Missie, “I don't believe anybody in this family needs it.”

Then she bent to the task of nursing Cousin George's aching cock back to normalcy. She laid him out flat on his back like a patient in an operating room and examined his cock carefully, studying its color, which was a congested purplish red, testing the rodlike veins that swelled its sides, soothing him whenever she hurt his ultra-sensitive dick by stroking his belly until he relapsed to a whimper.

I almost felt sorry for the pimple-faced bastard. After all, he was my second cousin and, if he had got me into a lot of trouble in the past, he had more than made up for it when he fucked Anita beside me on the beach and opened up the golden vista of sexual discovery that had followed.

I wasn't even jealous when Missie mounted him, as she had mounted me an hour earlier, and slipped her sheath over his aching prick. Looking down at him, she said, “How does it feel now?”

He said, “Better,” in a sort of moan, then added, “But it kills me when I come.”

Over her shoulder, Missie said to Anita, “Never mix chili and cantharides, dear. The combination is enough to kill a man.”

She fucked him gently for a few minutes and he began to respond. But where Missie had been a raging erotic sex goddess with me, fucking in a Dionysiac frenzy, with Cousin George she was more like a nurse giving a treatment… in perfect control every millimeter of the way. I wondered what would happen if I were to give her navel a tweak… only wondered… but she caught my eyes on her belly and shook her head ever so slightly. I nodded… what I had discovered was to be our secret and ours alone.

Suddenly, his body began to convulse, and he began to utter those same screams of agony that had driven me from the orgy on the beach. Realizing that he was in terrible pain, Missie rolled her cunt around until he shot a load of jizzum into her, then pulled off quickly and grabbed his cock and began to suck it while the poor bastard flopped and floundered around like a beached porpoise.

As she pulled at his prick, his writhings and cries began to subside… and so did his agonizing erection. When at last Missie lifted her head from his prick, it had shrunk to its normal size and flopped over like a tiny beanbag once the support of Missie's mouth was removed.

She reached for a towel and spat a mouthful of blood into it… and I saw that there was still blood seeping from the tip of his prick where it lay in the nest of his pubic curls. She wiped her face clean and said, “You had to bleed or it might have lasted a couple of days. If it hadn't come out where it did, I'd have had to cut one of your veins… and that could cause serious damage.” She turned to the girls and said, “That's all an erection is, girls… blood.” Then, seeing their expressions, “Don't knock it. It's the best thing in a woman's life… but I see you already found that out for yourselves.”

She turned to Cousin George, said, “Dear, we're going to have to send you home. You mustn't do any fucking for at least two weeks and I don't think you could make it here.”

“Don't worry, Missie,” croaked Cousin George. “I don't want to fuck for a year.”

“It's not you I'm worried about.” She gave Anita a smack on her bare, round rump. Anita jumped and squealed and rolled away, landing with her head right next to my cock. She lay on her belly with her beautiful boobs flattened out by the sheet under her and took my limp prick and began to fondle it. It unfolded ever so little under this mild stimulation and the sensation was delightful… lazy, relaxed, as if my prick had a mind of its own and all the assurance in the world of a treasure house of erotic goodies in store for it.

When it had grown an inch more, Anita tossed back her raven locks and bent her head into my jock and took my tool into her mouth. Evidently, the operation Missie had just performed on Cousin George had inspired her to take the oral route with me, and I was not far behind her. My prick really snapped to attention, actually pushing Anita's head back as it uncoiled suddenly in her throat. I felt something soft brushing my right shoulder and discovered Darlene's soft red hair… she was watching what was happening with rising interest, her lush pink lips a mere halfturn of the head from mine. I turned and kissed them and our tongues went into their dance and she snuggled around so that my right hand slid naturally into her crack from behind and wriggled it until my middle finger had parted the lips of her cunt, then settled down with a happy sigh.

Darlene's interest was not the only thing that was growing, It was becoming evident that my cock thrived on a diet of exercise, for, despite the hard usage it had received over the past several days, it continued to grow eagerly until Anita could work no more than a third of it into her mouth without choking. She sucked the tip loudly and I could feel the coming congestion commence in my loins… meanwhile massaging the base gently and running her fingers up and down the seam along its bottom where the root of real sensation lies.

Darlene said, “My God… it's never been that big before. What's happened?”

I said, “I guess it improves with age,” but I knew who had induced the extra, added built-out goodness. My eyes met Missie's… she was curled up on a pillow, watching both our threesome and the antics of Jean and Francie, who had fallen to sucking each other off in lesbian fashion beyond Darlene… and she blinked at me solemnly.

Anita was wonderful at a rim job. Almost as great as her mother… almost. Given the time, she might make it… I had no doubt that she'd get the experience required for such mastery of lips and tongue and teeth. She could sense when I was ripe for detonation, too… and called a halt just as my prick began to vibrate with the preliminary tremors. Because of the way Darlene and I were lying while I finger-fucked her, it was impossible for Anita to fuck me front on, but she wanted my dong in her twat in the worst way and didn't let that stop her.

She rolled over and slid back toward me, presenting her rump to my cock and parting her beautiful rear mounds with her fingers so that her creaming cunt was right there. All I had to do was poke out my pelvis, and I was there. She wriggled her cunt down on it with a series of bumps and grinds a burlesque stripper would have been proud of, and, as we established our connection, Darlene's dear little cunny began to bob and weave and dip and whirl and emit a copious discharge of pussy juice. Her arms went round me and her dear body trembled as she came right there on my hand and whispered, “Darling Jeff… darling Jeff… we love you so much!”

Anita said, “Hey! What am I fucking… a piece of dead meat or what?”

Realizing that I had neglected her momentarily, I said, “Hang in there, tiger,” and got the action busier downstairs. Three good thrusts sent her into spasms of wriggling delight and I kept right on pounding it into her. Her buttocks thrust right back, giving measure for measure and thumping into my belly with an ever-rising tempo. She began to slip over the verge and moaned each time I hit bottom in her womb as if I was killing her… which I damn well wasn't.

This was no time for tricks… the position I was in was tricky enough. So I went right on banging her until that wonderful stuff came charging up through my cock and shot into the very core of her body. I left it in her until it came out of its own accord, and then Darlene wanted a replay. She was so sweet and so provocative about it that I couldn't deny her… but I was getting terribly tired. It took her twenty minutes to restore my cannon and get it armed. She wasn't quite as adroit at sucking me off as Anita had been, but she was terribly cute about it, soft and fun loving as a kitten. Still, twice, I almost dozed off while she was working on me, licking off Anita's sex sap and putting her saliva to the best possible employment. After a while, she got it up there and slid up alongside of me and then down, fitting my cock into that marvelously available cunt of hers without having to spread her legs. Bless her, she sensed my fatigue and made everything easy for me.