I looked at Anita and Darlene, and shook my head helplessly.
Anita pushed back a strand of coal-black hair from her face with the back of her wrist and said, “Oh, go ahead, Jeff darling.”
Darlene said, “Go ahead and suck her off. We won't be able to sit down until she's had it.”
“Stick it all the way in, Jeff,” said Francie, peering out at me through the window of her doubled-up legs.
She was so small that by holding her rump bottom and top between my hands, I was able to manipulate her entire body as easily as if it were a sack of meal. I lifted her cunt up a few inches and bent down to it sideways, lapping the cute little cunt and holding it inside my mouth while I nibbled at its circumference with my teeth.
Francie began to utter little cries of delight as voluptuous sensation flooded her and the sharp taste of her sex sap was sweet on my lips. She began to throb and bounce on the table top, and I had to use all the strength in my hands and forearms to keep her from rolling onto the floor.
Then I changed my grip and pulled her sweet little buttocks so far apart I thought her arse-hole would split, and her little red cunt, with its creamlike covering, was as open as it was going to get. Then I thrust my tongue into it as far as it would go and began vibrating its tip.
Francie let out a squawk like an impaled pullet and her doubled-back legs flew out and apart, all but knocking on my ear. But I got hold of them again somehow and worked my tongue in and out of her steaming, streaming cunt while she flopped around in the tablecloth, giving vent to little moans that were timed perfectly with my tongue thrusts.
After a few more minutes, Francie seemed to explode again, going into a sort of fit of passionate delight. Then she stiffened and lay still and I pulled out of her and went over to the sink and washed my face and prick and rinsed out my mouth. If I had felt exhausted the morning after Anita and Darlene first introduced me to the pleasures of fucking and sucking, I was truly a rambling wreck now. My cock felt numb and soaked through, anesthetized by the workouts and the drenching in body fluids it had received. The insides of my thighs felt sprung and my belly felt as if a herd of elephants had just trampled it in passing.
I was so weak I thought I was going to keel over in a faint when I finally got to sit down again. The girls cooed and clucked over me and actually took turns feeding me. I got a couple more drinks inside me and we all sprawled around in our delightful informal garb to let the sorely needed food digest.
Darlene said, “Come on, girls, we're all going to rest tonight. If we don't let up on darling Jeff, we're going to kill him… or do him real harm. I know it isn't going to be easy for any of us, but we've got to take care of him if we want to enjoy the rest of this summer.”
Anita said, “He's young enough and strong enough to take all we can give him.”
Francie said, “Jeff's going to be all right. He was just hungry.”
Anita said, “Darlene's right, Francie. Look at him!”
I had had all I could take. I got up and had to grab the table. The drinks had hit me like so many locomotives. I said, “I'm going to bed, kiddies. I'm pooped.”
They came along with me. Anita carried the big jug of vodka, saying, “If we can't fuck, we may as well get smashed.”
Darlene went along with her. How much they drank I didn't know then, because I went out like a light the moment my aching head hit the sex-damp pillow.
I had no idea what time it was when I woke up. Moonlight was slanting through the windows and tinting with eerie silver highlights the shadowed flesh tones around me. The bed was so rumpled it felt like an Indian fakir's bed of nails, and the air was warm and close in that semitropical climate. The stink of stale sweat and stale semen and stale sex sap from my three sisters was indescribable… nor did the smell of stale alcohol help. My skin felt crusty with salt and sperm and pussy juice and even my scalp was stiff with dried sweat.
The girls lay all around me in the big bed… Darlene on my left, flat on her back with the fingers of one hand caressing her cunt even in slumber. Anita lay huddled up in a ball of boobs and buttocks on my right with her head buried in a stinking pillow, one of those that had earlier served to prop up her dripping pussy when I fucked her there. Golden-haired little Francie lay curled up in a corner of the foot like a kitten with only the top of her beautiful head visible above the cradle of her forearms.
All at once a terrific wave of revulsion overwhelmed me… revulsion for sex, for my sisters, for what we had done with each other the past few days and nights. I had to get out of there, to cleanse myself, to be alone and free from any and all females for a bit.
Anita was snoring gently, and the others were breathing deeply and regularly in the sleep of exhaustion. I turned over gingerly so as not to wake any of them and slipped off the right side of the bed through the only breach in the barricade of female flesh that surrounded me… between Anita's trim little feet and the sleek curve of Francie's backside.
Then I tiptoed from the room and on through the house and out the front door and back to the beach. The night air was like warm velvet, so when I reached the water's edge, I plunged in. Though the water was warm, it was cooler that the air and purified my body in less than a minute of swimming through the silent Gulf… silent save for the splash of water churned to brief foam by my swimming.
With the crust of sweat removed, I felt almost human once more. I lay atop the water, floating on my back, letting the tide carry me halfway back to the beach, then rolled over and swam in the rest of the way with slow lazy strokes. When I stood up and shook some of the water off me, the air was welcome for its warmth. I filled my lungs with it three times and began to feel more like myself.
The water, the sand, the familiar clumps of yucca and the scrub pines and occasional palm trees beyond them, even the tiled roof of the house, just visible in the middle distance, looked mysterious and magical and under some sort of witch's spell. It was beautiful to be there, alone and naked, in the darkness, and I took a few more deep breaths just letting it seep through me.
Something moved in the shadow of the pines and I came alert as a dim figure detached itself from the darkness and came toward me. Then she stood dappled in moonlight through the trees and I saw that it was little Francie. When she saw me and came up to me, naked as I was, and pressed her body against me and reached upward with her tiny lips to meet mine.
Her skin felt sticky and foul, so I picked her up and carried her back into the water and dumped her with a splash and held her under a good thirty seconds. When she came up she was indignant and spluttering and said, “What did you do that for, Jeff?”
I said, “Because you stank… why do you think / came down here? I couldn't stand it when I woke up a little while ago.”
Her hair was plastered to her head like streaks of mud in the moonlight, but she pulled and shook it clear and then came close again and embraced me and said, “Do I smell better now?”
“You're okay,” I told her. I wasn't sure whether I wanted her there just then or not, so I kept it cool.
She sensed my mood and was troubled by it and said, “You're not sore because I followed you here, Jeff darling?”
“Not now,” I said. How could anyone be sore with my little sister, who looked like an angel and acted like one when she wasn't playing the irresistibly amorous cherub? I gave her childlike body a squeeze of affection, and she rubbed herself against me like a half-drowned kitten.