“Better put it back before Dad finds out it's missing,” she said.
Francie placed it in the center of the table and tossed her angelic golden curls. She said, “I'm not putting this back. For one thing, what good's a party without booze? For another, I've had this put away ever since Dad and Missie threw that big bash for Cousin George's parents last month.”
“You sure they don't know you've got it?” Darlene asked.
“You haven't heard them ask about it, have you?” said Francie, all injured innocence.
That was good enough for me. I reached for the bottle, pulled it toward me, uncapped it, sniffed… and promptly gagged.
“Not that way, silly,” said Francie, taking the bottle back. “Here… I'll get glasses and mix.”
We sat around and sipped vodka and Seven Up while the meat loaf warmed. It was a wonderful, relaxed time, and the alcohol cut the edge of our hunger. We laughed with sheer joy at our wonderful time of unhampered freedom… and then, suddenly, Darlene's nostrils widened as she sniffed and said, “Anita… the meat loaf… it's burning!”
Uttering a squawk of alarm, my stepsister leapt up and scurried across the room in a flurry of buttocks and boobs. She opened the oven door and checked the meat loaf, which was smoking, bending over to do so.
From where I was sitting, it was a direct eyeshot to her sable-rimmed cunt as she busied herself with the basting spoon… and I discovered that I was not quite as free from desire as I had believed myself minutes earlier.
In fact, my cock began rising of its own volition until its head rose above the level of the kitchen table. Sitting across from me, Francie's green eyes widened, then narrowed as she saw my erection and turned to follow the direction of my gaze. Darlene, at one end of the table, was chattering away about something I wasn't listening to and apparently saw nothing of what was going on.
When Francie turned back, her cherub lips were curled in a smile of pure mischief. She pointed a forefinger down at my rampant prick, then gestured behind her toward Anita and made a fist of her other hand, jamming the finger inside it and making unmistakable fucking motions.
It was more than I could resist. As I got up and started across the kitchen, I caught sight of an astonished Darlene looking up and around to follow my progress… but not for long, since my attention was riveted on my lush cunt of a target. As I came up behind her silently, Anita pushed the oven door shut. She was still bent over and there was that heavenly hole gaping right in front of my dick… in another second she would be straightening up and the fragrant opportunity would be gone. I grabbed both sides of her pelvis and pulled her back toward me as I poked my prick forward, crouching a little to make sure it scored a true bullseye. It did… onward and inward all the way.
Anita let out a squawk that would have done a parrot proud, and her basting spoon flew through the air to bounce off the far wall. Then she spread her feet wider and grabbed her ankles and began to rotate her beautiful rump to give us both a maximum of enjoyment.
SIX
If Darlene's cunt was readily accessible from the front, thanks to its advanced positioning, Anita's deep-set hole was an open pleasure portal from the rear. I had thought myself pretty well used up, but with those full beautiful bobbing buttocks right there against my belly, churning and thrusting in sudden orgasm, and the new feel of her tunnel of love approached from a reverse angle, I shot my wad into her guts in only a couple of minutes… and when I pulled my dripping rod out of my stepsister's still wriggling cunny, it remained as stiff as a ramrod.
Darlene's bright blue eyes were clouded with lust and she sprang from her chair and ran toward me across the tile floor, her small breasts bobbing up and down like a pair of tennis balls with their nipples sticking straight out in front of them. With a flying leap, she was in my arms, her red hair fanning out with her momentum, her arms clasping my neck and her long straight legs locking around my waist, her lips seeking mine avidly, and her thin little tongue darting between them.
The impact of her beautiful body all but knocked me flat on my arse… as it was, I staggered backward until my shoulder blades collided with the wall and steadied me. I grabbed her buttocks and parted them as she rammed her creaming cunt over my dick with a fierce downward thrust that engulfed it to the root.
Then she went into a grinding motion that threatened to twist it off at the base, tightening her already tight tunnel until I felt as if she were milking me like a cow. I uttered a cry of pain, but she refused to let up on me, saying through suddenly clenched teeth, her voice grainy with the effect of her ready climax, “Anything Anita does, I can do better, darling.”
I was still trying to push her away and my hands returned to her ass cheeks in an effort to loosen her up… but pry them apart as I would, she kept her cunt muscles tight until I felt I was being squeezed numb. In desperation, I dug both my forefingers into her tight little arse-hole and spread it open.
It was Darlene's turn to cry out in anguish and she gave a convulsive leap that drove her hard little breasts right into my ribs. But her cunt opened up and I was able to jam my suffering prick so deep into her that it was past the point where she could resume her squeezing bit. My oldest sister was one girl so narrowly constructed inside that she needed no extra constriction… at least when it was my cock that was plumbing her.
I let myself slide down the wall until I was sitting on the floor with my legs straight out in front of me and Darlene bobbing up and down on my prick like a yoyo. I was able to release her buttocks and, with one hand underneath her, was able to massage her rectum while, with the other, I gave her high little clit a workout.
She began to cry, “Oh, Jesus, Jeff darling… I can't stand it… you're killing me… you're tearing me in two.”
I stopped giving her the fringe finger benefits and lifted her rump off my cock in case I was really hurting her. But her cunt snapped down and engulfed my dong like an otter engulfing a fish and I knew I hadn't damaged her. Thanks to having speared Anita so recently, it took a lot longer with Darlene… and when I finally felt my jizzum begin to roil deep in my balls I felt very real relief and redoubled my efforts to get it over with. Darlene went into a super spasm, leaning back from me with her lips parted and her eyes half closed, uttering little moans of rapture with each fierce upthrust I gave her cunt and responding as fiercely in kind.
When I finally did come, I could actually feel my sperm ricochet from the top of her womb… and at the impact, her whole body went into a shivering convulsion that left her limp as a rag doll. She made no resistance when I gently pushed her off my cock and staggered to my feet. Before I could get back to the table, little Francie grabbed and cried, “It's my turn now.”
I said, “Honey, I can't. I'm shot down.”
She planted her little half-mature body in front of me and said stubbornly, “But I got it all started. I want to be fucked again, too. Feel.” She grabbed on of my hands and thrust it between her legs. Her little pussy was creaming so that her whole crotch was sticky-sweet. Then she grabbed my cock, which was hanging its head in utter exhaustion, and tried to work it up.
“It's not fair!” she repeated, her green eyes full of tears. “I'm in this as much as any of you.”
“In a little while,” I said. “I'm dead.”
“I can't wait!” she cried and went down on her knees and, taking my dripping wet cock in her hands, put its diminished head between her rosebud lips and began sucking and licking it… but just then nothing was of any avail. She pulled her mouth clear of its limpness, looking ready to cry like the little girl she still was, and then brightened and said, “Okay, Jeff, if you won't fuck it, suck it. I've tried with you.” She scrambled up on the table like a little brown monkey and lay on her back and doubled up her legs so that her suffusing pussy was right there at table's edge.