My own loins began to stir and, before I was aware of what I was doing, I had rolled her under me and spread her apart like a frog on the dissecting table in a biology class and drove my prick so far into her I felt as if it would come out her mouth. I said, “I'm sorry, honey,” but those green eyes flashed again underneath me and that tight little twat of hers seemed to explode. She drove it up at me like a triphammer and I had all I could do just to hang in there and ride out the storm. She must have come a dozen times before my own juices began to roil up through my balls and then through the tube in my cock to detonate far up inside her in a tidal wave of the greatest pleasure I have ever known in my life.
I don't know what it was about sex with Francie… hell, she was only a child and maybe that was part of it… but it was different from sex with Darlene or Anita. Fucking them was delicious, but with them it was a game whose rules they already knew… fucking Francie was like fucking a little savage to whom it meant everything and who had never heard of a rule book.
When I tried to pull out of her after our terrific spending, she held me there with her heels digging into my buttocks and said, “No you don't, Jeff… not after what I just went through to get you inside me.”
I was afraid of my weight crushing her little-girl body and tried to roll sideways again… but my demon kid sister was not having any of that, either. She held me right on top of her with her scissors grip and we lay there, completely joined, absolutely still for a long moment. Then she said, “Aren't you going to kiss me, Jeff?”
So help me, I hadn't thought about it since we really got swinging. Fucking Francie had been more of an athletic feat, for all the pleasure it gave me, than an act of love. I tried to make up for it now, holding her terrific little body tenderly close and arching my neck to put my lips on hers and let my tongue dance to the rhythm hers beat against its eager tip.
And all the time she was holding my cock gripped tight in her tunnel of love. The green eyes looked up at me softly this time as she withdrew her lips and said, “I love you, Jeff darling, more than anybody else in the whole world.”
Then she lifted her mouth and bit my lower lip… not enough to mark it but enough to make me cry out with pain and alarm. At the same moment, she began to thrust and bob with her cunt and to dig her fingernails into the skin of my back as voluptuous excitement once again took possession of her.
It was wild… really wild. This time either there was no pain involved for her or her pleasure wiped it out, and the fluids she copiously suffused my cock with were no longer scarlet. If her techniques still lacked subtlety, her onslaught was so vigorous and her young body so fresh and strong that my response was almost immediate. It was an animal act while it lasted… with me right on top and plunging straight ahead and her tight little pussy responding as if it had a will and life of its own. We were slippery with sweat and this lubrication only added to our pleasure… and when we came together at last I felt as if I was being drained to the tips of my toes.
When at last it was over, she looked up at me, a green-eyed, golden-haired, disheveled female cherub and smiled a soft angelic little smile of contentment as she said, “Darling, that's what I call a real piece of arse.”
FOUR
Nothing much happened the rest of that day, which was a good thing for me. After my bout with Francie, on top of my terrific sessions with Anita and Darlene, I was shot down like a clay bird in a shooting gallery. I ate three big helpings of Missie's tamale pie for lunch and was so stuffed all I could do was lie around the beach. Besides, I had to shape up for tomorrow. The next morning early, my father and Missie were taking the launch to the peninsula and flying up to L.A. Cousin George and Jean, my youngest sister, were going along. They both had teeth-straightening appointments.
It was around one o'clock when I got the launch back to the island. The girls had lunch ready and I could tell by the way they giggled and looked at each other and me that they had planned a big afternoon… and by that time I was ready for anything. I was so excited that my balls felt drawn up into my guts and I could hardly touch my food. Anita and Darlene didn't eat much either, but little Francie, the picture of golden innocence, ploughed through three helpings of the pot roast and took her time about eating them… though usually she put hers down like a starved puppy. The other girls began to get edgy and snapped at her.
Darlene said, “Come on, Francie. You haven't got all day.”
Anita said, “You've got to clear all that driftwood from the north cove.”
Francie just kept right on eating, chewing each mouthful about forty times before swallowing it. She looked at me and her green eyes were dancing and I knew she was having herself some fun, the little devil.
A minute or so later, Anita snapped, “If you don't get your arse out of here, so help me, I'll punish you.”
Francie laid down her fork and looked both of them right in the eye and said, “If you think I'm going to the north cove while you two are balling it up with Jeff, you're out of your fucking minds.”
It stopped them cold. They sat there, looking at her with their mouths hanging open. Then, as one, they turned to me… I was laughing fit to burst. I said, “It's all right, girls… Francie's in the club.”
“You'd better believe it,” said Francie, spearing a final piece of meat and putting it into her mouth.
“When did it happen?” Darlene sounded furious.
“Yesterday morning… at the shack,” I said.
“But she's only fourteen!” cried Anita.
I looked at that raven-haired basketful of goodies leaning over the table in her bursting halter and said, “How old were you when you started?”
“Eleven,” she admitted. “But that was different.”
I turned to Darlene and said, “How old were you?”
She turned red beneath her tan and dropped her eyes and muttered, “Thirteen. But…” Then she flared, “But she's your little sister.”
Francie looked stubborn as a mule. She said, “It wasn't his fault. I made him do it.”
Anita said, “That's like saying you made a dog eat a bone.”
I said, “Listen, all three of you. I didn't start any of this. But it's happened and we're all here alone. I don't know how long I can make you all happy, but I'm willing to find out.”
“That's okay then,” said Anita, tossing back her glossy black hair. “Darlene?”
Darlene said, “I only hope he has enough to go around.”
We went to our parents' big bedroom… its chief feature was a huge Spanish-carved bed, the only one in the house big enough to hold all of us. It took us about fifteen seconds to peel off our clothes, and there were the four of us, bare-arsed naked. It was something special, seeing the three of them like that at once… not that I hadn't seen them all plenty of times nearly naked at the beach, and all of them nude since the big ball began. But having them there together was something else. I felt like a Turkish sultan with the cream of the crop in his harem.
Just looking at them made my dong rise to an all-time high. They were beautiful, each in her own different way. Looking at Francie, I understood for the first time what Nabokov's Lolita was all about. She looked so young, so innocent, so deliciously wicked as she pushed back her hair and got up on the bed after helping the others pull back the covers. Darlene and Anita were perfect contrasting examples of the willowy Anglo-American ideal and the lush Irish-Mexican dream senorita. Even to their skins, with Darlene's golden tan and Anita's dusky satin hide. Along with little Francie and her beautiful bronze body and platinum sun-streaked mop of hair, they were like three Christmas baskets in July.
On her hands and knees, little Francie was pulling clear a corner of the heavily embroidered lace spread. Her bottom was cocked right at me, and I could see her two little holes winking my way… the tight, light-rimmed arsehole just above the almost lipless orifice of her cunt. She shifted position ever so slightly as she stretched forward, away from me, to tug the caught corner clear, and I saw her love hole glitter whitely as it caught the golden afternoon sunlight that streamed through the window. It was already well lubricated with pussy juice.