And if her tunnel was too short to hold all I had to offer, it was surgeon's-glove tight and those grasping, gripping, protruding lips more than made up for its lack of depth. At one point they were actually clamped around some of my hair and pulled it so hard it hurt! Jean was simply the greatest. She may not have had all the fancy curves and knobs to hang onto that Anita and Darlene offered… but that sleek little body of hers had a mobility and endurance neither of them could match. Fucking her was like fucking a perpetual motion machine. Jean knew plenty of tricks, too. When she got tired of the straightaway, she wriggled around underneath me and rolled herself up into a ball, offering herself at a different angle that caused her to explode all over again when I began to pump her with my cock scraping the bottom of her pussy instead of the top.
This gave me the idea that maybe she was arse-hole-happy, so I poked my middle finger up her bottom hole and crooked it upward so that I was putting pressure on the under side of my cock through the thin wall of tissue. This drove her out of her mind, and the first thing I knew she was biting the lobe of my right ear… so hard I thought she was going to sever it. I gave her a hard slap but she hung on… until I took drastic action by pulling my cock right out of her wildly thrashing cunt.
She let out a gasp and clutched me, letting go my ear, and said, “I won't bite anymore, Jeff… I promise. Just put it back inside me and fuck me.”
I got up on my knees and looked down at my prick. If it had been soaking when it came out of my other sisters, it was really under pussy juice now. When I moved it back toward target, the target had changed again. Jean had rolled over so that her head and knees were underneath and the curve of her little-girl back on top… with her dimpled buttocks looking me right in the face and her gaping little cunt like a Cyclops' eye between them, begging to be filled.
I grabbed her buttocks and spread them further and jammed my cock into her like a battering ram… and this other new angle sent me right off my own nut within a dozen hard long strokes. As my sperm spurted off the top of her womb, I came down on her with all my weight, and she flattened out under me like a pillow.
EIGHT
Jean's grey eyes regarded me lovingly as she sat Turkish fashion on the shack bed, plaiting her ash-blonde hair into pigtails with deft fingers. In the soft light, her lovely little crack seemed to wink at me. She said, “Jeff darling, you're even better than I hoped you'd be… better than Cousin George.”
“It was Cousin George who took your cherry?” I asked.
She nodded. “He got all of us two years ago… except Francie. She held out for you.” A sidelong up-glance from beneath the long, light lashes, then, “Did she…?”
I nodded. I was thinking of Cousin George, with his ugly face and ugly body fucking Darlene and little Jean. Seeing him fuck Anita on the beach had been bad enough.
Jean read my thoughts and said, “Don't blame him. It wasn't his fault. We all wanted to be fucked and he was here and knew the score. We wanted you, of course, but you were so…” She let it hang.
“So square?” I asked.
She nodded, this twelve-year-old shrimp. I felt myself blush all over. Jean giggled and I felt like slapping her bottom. Jean said, “Don't feel bad. You're just great, even if you were a little slow starting.” She reached for my cock and squeezed it gently, making it throb, then bent over and took the head in her little mouth and began sucking on it, gently at first, then harder and harder, until it seemed to grow an extra two inches.
I pulled her off and hugged her close and her legs went around me and she wriggled her juicy little cunt right down over my cock, sheathing it within her child's body. Seated astride my thighs, she was tall enough to reach up and kiss me and her tiny hummingbird's tongue darted in and out of my mouth. Pulling her lips clear after a long, ineffably sweet moment, she said, “I like it this way… at least I can kiss you while we're fucking.”
I let my hands slide down her seal-slick body and gripped her wee buttocks and began lifting and lowering them on my rigid dong. But after a couple of thrusts, she wriggled her bottom out of my grasp, causing us both intense excitement, and began a wild motion of her cunt that increased our satisfaction. “I want to fuck you my way,” she whispered, her eyes shining with delight through the fringe of long lashes. “I have a lot of ideas.”
She had some beauts, too. Once those incredible lips of her cunt had reestablished their grip on the root of my prick, she pushed me over on my back and, lifting her rump completely clear of my cock, made a quarter-turn and resheathed it so that she was sitting on me sideways. Laughing softly with the fun of it, she made another turn after a few strokes so that her back was to me, then another, and another, until she was facing me again. Then she flattened herself on top of me and began pumping her cunt up and down and around and sideways until she brought me to the point of detonation.
Then she stopped and sat up once more, resting her tiny hands on my chest, and lifted herself ever so slowly, so as not to bring me on prematurely, until she was clear of my cock again. She held it that way for a long moment, looking down at me with laughing eyes while my dong begged for a reprise. Then, compressing her lips, she came down on me with a savage all-encompassing thrust and we were off on the crazy last lap. When I came this time my dong bucked so fiercely it felt like a flying fish about to take off.
She relaxed then, rotating her cunt gently until her passion abated, then rolled off, then licked our combined juices from my prick with an avid tongue. That delicious chore completed, she sat up, blew a strand of light hair clear of her eyes and said, “Whew!”
I said, “I hate to think of what you'll be when you grow up, honey.”
“Why? I'll be just as good… and my equipment will be better.”
I had to laugh. I said, “I didn't mean that and you know it. You're something else already.”
“I know.” She laid her dear little head against my shoulder and stroked my arm. Then, serious, she said, “Something happened on the trip.”
“Let me guess, Jean… Missie got sore at Dad again and blew her stack. And good old Cousin George was there, and…”
She looked at me with surprise, said, “How'd you guess?”
“From the way they looked at each other in the launch just now.”
“Well, I don't like it.” Jean had been a girl of decided opinions since she was three.
“How can you be sure they were fucking?”
She said, “Because I was standing on a chair, looking over the hotel transom last night… and I'm sure it started the night before last.”
I said, just as if she were the oldest instead of the youngest of us, “What have you got in mind for Cousin George?”
“I think we should call a council… just you and me and the rest of the girls. We've all got to be in on it.”
There was no trouble getting Cousin George out of the way. Right after lunch, he and Missie disappeared, and it didn't require a Masters or Johnson to figure out what they were up to. The rest of us adjourned to the beach and had it out. We all felt stiff and uncomfortable in our brief swimsuits after being nude together for so long.
Anita, who had the biggest boobs, felt the constriction the most… at any rate, she was the first to put her arms behind her back, unhook her bra and let her beautiful brown melons tumble out unconfined. Within seconds, the rest of us were naked, our suits tossed carelessly aside, and Jean laid the problem before her older sisters.
She gave us a full account of what had happened in L.A. Dad had taken off with a beautiful society woman and Missie had blown her stack… the result, an early return to the island and a shackup with Cousin George that seemed to be getting out of hand.