Now that she knew she could hold everything I had to offer, little Francie went at fucking me with an assurance and abandon that had been lacking before… and she added a few flourishes which revealed she had not been wasting her days dreaming of dolls. As she lifted herself rhythmically from my loins, she reached down with tiny fingers and massaged the base of my rod delicately with tiny fingers, sending voluptuous chills up my spine before sliding her suffusing love tunnel down all the way once more.
But within minutes we were both too absorbed in the act of fucking for such sophisticated bits of by-play. Green as I was at the sport of copulation, it was rapidly becoming evident to my roiling senses that little fourteen-year-old Francie was going to be one of the most terrific pieces of tail in the world.
She went at it with an eager joyousness and a desire to give as well as to take that made her an astonishingly adept bedmate even at this early stage of her development. She liked having my cock deep in her guts so much that it was impossible to consider fucking her a sin… indeed, as her present partner, I was more fucked against than fucking.
She had the knack of control which I was beginning to learn was all important to sexual compatibility… she managed to hold in through a succession of minor orgasms until my prick was bucking like a rodeo stallion within her… and then joined me in a tremendous explosion that seemed to engulf the entire glittering galaxy in a novalike explosion of total voluptuous delight.
“Don't give up the ship, darling Jeff,” she gasped as, drained for the moment, I lay still beneath her… and then began rocking back and forth on my jock until its threatened subsidence was a thing of the past and it was jousting again in her cunt fully armed.
I felt and heard stirrings on either side of me and then, from Anita, an admiring, “Look at that little bitch go!”
From the other side, Darlene said, “Jesus, I wonder where she picked it up?”
Anita said, “From darling Jeff, of course… it wouldn't be difficult.”
Darlene said, “Well, remember, we taught him what he knows.”
Anita said, “But the little one is showing me some things I never knew before.”
Darlene said, “I can't stand much more of this. Come over here, Anita.”
As she rose and scrambled around the big bed with her beautiful boobs bouncing up and down on her chest, Anita laughed and said, “And I used to think you hated me.”
“I did, darling.” Darlene held out her arms to embrace my stepsister and pull her down on the bed with her. “But only because I was jealous.”
“You're not jealous anymore?”
“No, Anita… I'm only jealous of you when darling Jeff is fucking you. Just as I'm jealous of Francie now.”
“You and me both!” Anita giggled irresistibly and I heard rustling sounds alongside of me. I turned my head to see what was going on and looked straight into Anita's great dark eyes. She was looking at me from between Darlene's thighs, and her tongue was stuck deep in my oldest sister's cunt.
When she saw I was looking at her, she winked, then shut both eyes tight in a spasm of rapture as Darlene did something with her tongue to Anita's hole. I turned back to Francie, who had paused between orgasms, still perched pertly on my cock, to view her sisters' tongue-work.
I had mostly been lying back, taking it easy and letting Francie carry the ball… but now, inspired by sight of what Darlene and Anita were engaged in, I felt moved to take back the initiative. If I didn't, I reasoned, the little whippet would have the Indian sign on me for the rest of our lives… and I didn't want that. She could be capricious enough at times without making me sit up and beg.
So I rolled her under me without warning, and this time I didn't make any effort to keep my full weight from falling on her. She uttered a sort of a glugging sound, but then her cunt went into a frantic dance that had me hanging on to stay in the game. She was rolling back and forth beneath me and I was afraid my cock would slip out of her tight little cunt, so creamed was she becoming.
I made a grab for her thigh with my right hand… to discover that her widely parted legs were raised stiffly in the air and that she was holding them rigid with her hands clasped around her knees while she rolled us both from side to side.
Rolling was okay for Francie, maybe, but it wasn't doing much for me. I got my hands inside hers and broke her hold on her knees… but she clasped her arms tight around my chest and locked her legs around my waist with her heels digging into my buttocks and went right on rolling us until I thought my dick would break right off in her cunt.
There was only one thing for me to do… roll with her, and I did it. Once abandoned to the wild motion, I discovered that we could keep the rocking, pistonlike plumbing of cock and cunt going at the same time, as long as we maintained a regular rhythm.
Little by little, my own climax approached, coming on slowly but with an intensity of feeling I had yet to experience… and then it was bursting out of me with express-jet speed, and I was flooding the little Lolita a second time with my splashing sperm.
I hung on in Francie until at last she came down from wherever she was and her breathing became normal. Then we parted and she held my wet, flaccid prick in her little hand and reached up with her lips to kiss me fondly and said, “I liked it that way best of all… with you on top and pounding it into me.”
I said, “I was afraid my weight would be too much for you. I didn't want to crush you.”
“But that's what made it so wonderful,” she said, her green eyes shining. “Being crushed by you gave me the most wonderful feeling… all over.”
I touched her still-wet pussy and explored its relaxed gateway gently with a forefinger. I said, “I thought this was what counted.”
She said, hugging me close, “It feels wonderful there, too… no matter how we do it. But with you really bearing down on top, it sends me all over.”
The other girls finished their sucking session then with much grunting and snorting and thrashing about of limbs as they convulsed together. Her lovely face aglow with sweat and pussy juice, Anita brushed a wayward strand of raven hair out of her eyes and lifted her head from its nesting place in Darlene's crotch.
She said, “Whew! I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm going for a swim. I feel like a popcorn ball on a hot day… with molasses running all over me.”
We went down to the beach in the twilight, not bothering about swimsuits or towels. The water was caressingly warm and cleansing, and we romped in it joyously in a welter of free-floating boobs and buttocks, in which my cock and balls joined the collection.
Sportiveness yes… but sex no. We were all fucked and sucked out and temporarily happy to be relieved of the weight of our driving lusts. We were also starved… none of us having eaten since breakfast.
Walking back to the house dried us and I sat down at the kitchen table and took it easy while my sisters busied themselves getting something to eat. Missie had left a huge meat loaf loaded with chili in the refrigerator, and there were the makings of a salad plus frozen steak-house fried potatoes. Darlene tended to the meat and potatoes while Anita played saladmaker, once letting a nipple drop into the dressing as she stirred it.
Francie disappeared briefly and came dancing back with a near-full half-gallon bottle of my father's vodka… supposedly kept under strong lock and key since Cousin George got Darlene and me in such trouble only the year before. I looked at it doubtfully, as did Darlene, neither of us wishing a repetition of the penalties we had had to pay for that indiscretion.