Francie let out a little cry of triumph and crawled toward it on her hands and knees, her green eyes alight with anticipation… but she didn't make it. Not then… Anita, her beautiful boobs hanging like a pair of melons from her chest, beat her to it, grabbing my sopping cock by the base and popping the head of it into her full-lipped mouth.
Francie, frustrated and furious, cried, “It's my turn!” and began trying to push her older stepsister away, causing Anita to nip the tip of my rod and forcing me to push her off it. I got a handful of raven hair in my left fist and a handful of platinum-streaked gold in my right and pulled them apart. I said, “God damn it, girls, make love, not war.”
Sanity returned to their eyes and I let go of their hair and Anita said, caressing my jock with her hand to keep it alive and well, “He's right, pepita. But I've got to have it now or lose my mind.”
“It's my turn,” Francie repeated stubbornly.
“But you can't hold all of it yet,” said Anita.
“So what? It's my turn. And I want it just as much as you do.” Her lower lip trembled, and she looked about to cry.
“Make up your minds,” I said, feeling my over-exercised cock begin to lose some of its stiffness, despite the massage Anita was giving it.
She felt it, too, and apparently that decided her. Pushing Francie away, she mounted me and inserted my dong in her juicy cunt, wriggling there briefly to restore its full life.
Francie began to cry, like a child deprived of its lollipop, and Anita reached out and hugged her close with one arm, all the time continuing a gentle jogging circular motion with her bottom to keep me gainfully employed within her.
Then she said, “It's all right, pepita… I'll take care of both of us.”
She rolled us over sideways, still vertical to my body and still impaled fully by my dong. Then she had Francie arrange herself so that she had her beautiful hot face right against my kid sister's crotch. Francie was facing me, on her side, and before she buried her tongue in the kid's steaming hole, Anita said, “You two embrace and complete the triangle.”
Francie's strong little arms went around my neck and her tear-salted lips met mine and our tongues mingled. I felt a spasm run right through her body as Anita applied her tongue to Francie's clit, and then I began thrusting with my jock as my stepsister went into a series of motions with her cunt designed to do us the most good.
Maybe it was changing cunts in midstream, maybe it was the novelty of the exercise, but before we had been engaged this way for two minutes, I felt my own juices rising fast and pumped jissum into Anita's cunt with every ounce of strength my loins possessed. She wriggled like a gaffed eel and did something that caused Francie's little body to convulse in my arms while her lips pressed even further into mine and her tongue danced an erotic fandango inside my mouth.
Talk about terrific sensations… I felt as if I was riding a jeep through the clouds. But it soon became apparent that it was not going to last. Despite this terrific stimulation, my jock had had it for the time being.
Despite Anita's most frantic gyrations, my rod slowly expired in her hot little hole, gradually wilting away until it became merely a mushroom. My stepsister pulled her head out of Francie's busy crotch and cried, “For Christ's sake, Jeff darling, suck me if you can't fuck me. I'm up the wall right now. Don't leave me hanging again.”
I owed it to her and rolled out of her saddle and reversed my body on the sodden, tumbled sheets. Anita spread her glistening crotch wide before me, her open cunt a mass of rich white gravy. I really understood for the first time, why a woman's sex sap is called cream. I spread her knees even wider as she went on nibbling at Francie's little clit and bent my head to the feast. I could barely make out the knob of her clit beneath the heavy layer of cream that covered it. I could smell the steamy, sweet-sharp sex aroma that rose from her dripping orifice and put my tongue to work, licking her clit clear of its rich covering.
She gave vent to a muffled moan and her bottom began to bob up and down as I got to work. To my surprise, I found the taste of pussy juice, spiked by my own jizzum, exciting. It was as if I were really getting to Anita's very heart and, for this reason, it was a more intimate act than fucking. To put it bluntly, I loved sucking almost as much as I loved fucking.
After I got her winging, I began to fool around. I pulled in my tongue and nibbled at her clit, nipping it gently and then spreading my attentions to the labia that surrounded it. I worried them like a dog worrying a juicy bone and was rewarded by feeling her body quiver convulsively.
Then I lowered my aim and raked my tongue upward over her tight little arsehole and felt her jump as if she had just received an electric shock as the contact was made. Then I took my hands from her knees and spread her labia with my thumbs and jammed my tongue as far up into her quivering cunt as I could.
When I was younger, the kids at school used to kid me about my long tongue, calling me “Frog” and “Toad.” As a result, I have always been kind of ashamed of it… but not any more as I felt Anita's response to its thrust. Her whole spine stiffened with the jolt of its pleasure and I heard her cry out, “Jesu Maria!” and then, “Jesus, darling, it's too much!”
She began to scream that I was “killing” her, but I kept at it and she kept at little Francie until I thought my tongue was going to fall out of my mouth. So I topped her off with a few gentler licks and rolled clear of the game. I grabbed a pillow and thrust it under my head, turned three-quarters face down on the messed-up top sheet and slept.
How long I slept I have no idea, but the light had softened when I opened my eyes and it was evidently early evening. At first I had no idea where I was or what was going on, but a delightful feathery sensation from my cock restored my awareness. I looked down and there was Francie's sunstreaked blonde head bobbing up and down as she sucked on my rod. I could feel the stir in my loins as it slowly reached full erection once more and then Francie lifted her head and her green eyes looked up questioningly into mind. I nodded, and she scrambled aboard with a soft little sigh of delight as she crammed my rampant cock into her thoroughly lubricated little cunt.
As I moved to take a grip on her loins, my elbows hit yielding flesh on either side of me, and I discovered that Anita and Darlene were both sound asleep. Francie, squatting impaled on my cock, wrinkled her nose at me as she followed my gaze and I had to laugh, she looked such a perfect little cherub there above me.
Still half asleep, I wondered if I weren't still dreaming. Only a little more than two days ago, I had been a virgin, my prick still unfledged and innocent of the heaven that is inside a woman's cunt. Now, here I was, virginity blessedly gone in the most delightful manner imaginable, in a situation the most successful veteran sensualist might well envy. On one side of me lay, naked, the most provocative brunette I had ever known, a lushly endowed little senorita whose innate lusts at least matched her sultry beauty… on the other lay my favorite redhead, a sweet-smelling, wildly responsive teenager with the most excitingly available cunt in the world… on top of me a green-eyed and exquisite little Lolita gasped and panted in breathless delight as she slaked her sexual thirsts upon my penis, using her hot little cunt with an ingenuity that denied both her mere fourteen years and her inexperience.
By way of adding spice to the wooing, as the old song has it, two of these girls were my sisters, the third my stepsister. Thus we were all joyous conspirators against one of mankind's oldest and most stringently kept sexual laws… that brothers and sisters may cohabit only under the threat of instant and eternal damnation. Finally, add the fact that the four of us were alone on the island free from all threat of interruption for at least seventy-two hours to come… and it is small wonder that I had trouble for a few minutes trying to determine whether I was awake or having an incredible wet dream.