All the time she was doing the most wonderful things with her bottom, bumping it up and down, pushing it north and south and then east and west and then rolling it around and around in a succession of circles. Thanks to the action I had already had that day, I was slow to come again, and the delay only made her action the greater. Darlene didn't just keep having orgasm after orgasm like Anita… she had a succession of peaks, each more intense than the last in a sort of mounting crescendo, until she reached a terrific climax that left her spent and shuddering and hanging on for dear life. She supported herself with her hands flat on my shoulders and half sobbed, “Oh, Jesus, Jeff… oh, Jesus.”
I was afraid she was through and would leave my climax unreached, so I put my right hand down and massaged her little clitoris while my cock was still imbedded in her cunt all the way to the roof. It was easy, thanks to the way her pussy was positioned, and I just poked my first two fingers into it and worked them around in that marvelous slime.
For a moment, Darlene stiffened on top of me, every muscle taut… and then she detonated with a quick little scream and began working her cunt around on my cock like a crazy woman, flopping her torso against mine with each stroke so that her breasts were repeatedly crushed between our sweat-covered torsos. Her eyes closed for long periods and I was afraid she was going to pass out, but she came back and looked down at me, blankfaced with passion. Once she gasped again, “Oh, Jesus, darling… you're killing me!” but she didn't get over this big hump for a much longer time… nor did her actions reveal any desire to be finished.
It kept getting sweeter and sweeter for me, too… and I had no intention of letting her off my prong until it had finished the job nature intended it for… so when she finally came to a stop, I reached down again and gave her steaming-wet clit another little massage.
She gasped, “Oh my God!” and then, “Oh no, not again! Not so soon, darling. I can't!”
But she could and we both knew it, and I began lifting my own rump and following her crazy motions, not just with my prick but with my whole body. This seemed to put her in some kind of overdrive, and I had to grab hold of the sides of my cot to keep us from tumbling off onto the floor… which could easily have roused the whole family. My sister flew into orbit and was lost to the world… and I could begin to feel the hot lava stirring behind my own jock. It was time for me to take control of the action for the finale… don't ask me how a greenhorn like me knew that, but I just did, it was instinctive, so I pulled her plunging, heaving, wriggling body down flat on mine and rolled her under me without once breaking the magic contact of cock in cunt.
Darlene cried softly, “Oh, Jeff… you're marvelous!” Then she began to cry for real with great tears rolling down her cheeks and mingling with the sweat and saliva on her face. This was the first time I had ever really been in a woman's saddle, and I liked it fine.
I flattened her deliciously curved body beneath mine and saw her breasts vanish into her torso as Anita's had done that afternoon when Cousin George was riding on top of her. Darlene planted her feet as far apart as the cot would permit and pulled up her knees so that she could bridge her body and thrust her cunt upward at my cock as I had been bridging to thrust my dong into her while she was riding shotgun on me. Each time I rammed it home, it seemed to go all the way up to her diaphragm and she quivered a little but corkscrewed her cunt right back for more. I tried the corkscrew motion myself and she clutched me convulsively and uttered a sharp little cry and her eyes rolled upward and she became dead weight beneath me. This was not what I wanted at all… since I was still far from finished. I kept right on fucking her, but it wasn't much fun… once I heard an older kid at school describe screwing one of the girls who was a lousy lay as like fucking a log of wood, and now I knew what he meant.
So I stopped with my tool still inside her dripping cunt like a banderillo's spear in a bull at the fights in Tijuana and decided to have some fun on my own. I had been around girls all my life… with three real sisters and one stepsister, how could I miss?… but I had never really had a chance to examine a female pussy at close quarters. I had read all this crap about it looking like a calla lily or an orchid or a lotus blossom and I wanted a look for myself before I reached my own conclusion… so I lifted myself on my knees, pulling her cunt with me so that I was squatted on my haunches with Darlene's legs forking my body and her pussy right there under my nose.
The position forced my prick downward until I was afraid it would break, so I pulled the pillows down and got them under her shoulder blades, lifting her upper body and making the contact bearable. Then I took a good look. Her lips or labia were darker than Anita's, more purple than pink, and they came out when I pulled my dink partway out, then folded in around it when I poked it back in again. Right above the hole I was using was the button, poking out wetly with its membrane covers drawn back, and above the clit the union of the labia into a crack in her skin than ran up into the damp red grass of her pussy and vanished.
I grabbed hold of the undersides of her thighs then, just above the knees, and doubled them back on either side of her flat belly and got a full view of her bottom, with its tight little grey-rimmed arsehole just below where my dong disappeared in the depths of her cunt. For some reason, this excited me again, and I began to thrust in and out of her, enjoying the changes that took place each time I moved my cock either way. Her juices were still running so freely that, in this position, her cunt made soppy little sounds at the same time. Finally, I knew I was about to blast a load of jizzum into her and it seemed a shame to have her miss the final action… so I extended the tip of my right index finger and gently diddled her exposed clit.
Her legs pistoned out on either side of me like the hind legs of a jumping frog and she began to writhe so strenuously that I nearly lost contact entirely. I got hold of her thighs again and pushed her legs up and apart once more and then began taking full measure of her with long slow deep strokes, straight ahead, in and out, keeping her under control by my grip on her legs. She moaned and muttered and began thrusting and then rolling from side to side and I began to roll with her, feeling the tide within me rise, slowly at first and then with more and more speed until, with a grunt, I jammed it all the way up and let her have it full in the womb. She gasped and cried out until I had to cover her mouth with my hand, and kept right on throbbing beneath me until at last my cock began to wane within her and finally was just a wet little mushroom lingering at the gates of heaven, reluctant to leave.
She let me know by her eyes that she was sane once again, so I released her lips and kissed her damply with all the love in my heart. She hugged me and then I rolled off her beautiful body and we lay side by side once more while she traced the outline of my lips with her fingertips.
“No wonder there's a law against it,” she whispered. “It's too wonderful.”
THREE
The next morning, I felt like the third day of football practice. My pelvis felt punched in in front and my belly muscles ached as if I'd been doing grass drills of two hundred pushups apiece. Usually, when we finished our chores, we'd all go down to the beach for a swim and to lay around in the sun… but all I wanted to do was get off by myself somewhere and sleep.