This was too good an opening to ignore. I said, “Excuse me, girls,” to Darlene and Anita and moved in on Francie. Height, angle, position… all were exactly right. I moved up, gripped both sides of her pelvis and thrust forward, at the same time drawing her buttocks tight against my loins. There was an instant of hesitation as the head of my cock was checked by the tininess of her hole and she stiffened in surprise… then she drove herself backward on my prick until it was completely buried in her deliciously soft, moist sweet tunnel of love.
She uttered a little grunt of satisfaction, and Anita murmured, “If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have believed it!”
Darlene cried, “Where on earth does she put it?”
Francie didn't bother replying… she was much too busy. She spread her knees to give me fuller access to her rear and then began pumping herself up and down along my own plunging rod. I was in charge of the action, though, thanks to my grip on her pelvis. I pulled her rump into my gut and let it go, then back and out again… until she flattened out and rested her golden head sideways on the pillow and reached back and parted her buttocks wide with her own little hands, so that I could ram my cock even further into her. Then she began to roll and wriggled and corkscrew until I felt my own juices gathering a head of steam.
Since there was so much fucking ahead, I decided to let this one go quickly. I had already learned that I came quickly the first time in, and more and more slowly with each succeeding cock-in-cunt session. So I let the jizzum gather and roll out of my balls and up the tiny tube in the center of my cock and explode like a burst of liquid fire into the very heart of her body. Francie came, too, and it was heaven for both of us… but when I tried to pull out, she tightened her already tight little hole and held me there like a dog in heat. If Anita's tightening had made my dong feel constricted, Francie's version made me cry out aloud. I yelled, “Let go, honey!”
But Francie was having none of it… she wanted more and to hell with everybody else. The other girls saw what had happened and came to my rescue, Darlene grabbing me around the waist from behind while Anita grabbed Francie by the armpits and they pulled in opposite directions. Somehow, Francie's busy little fingers clamped on my balls, and for a moment I thought I was going to lose the whole shooting match. But then I dug into her buttocks, pinching them hard, and she let out a squawk and her hands flew apart and I was free.
“For that,” Darlene told Francie once some sort of order was restored, “you're going to have to wait until Anita and I are finished with him.”
“Yeah,” said Anita, “you can have what's left.”
I said, “For Christ's sake, girls, what are you planning to do to me?”
Darlene's bright blue eyes were abrim with lust as she replied, “Nothing you aren't going to love, darling Jeff.”
Francie sat at one corner of the foot of the huge old bed like a pouting cherub while I lay down between the other two girls who hovered over me, one on each side, kissing me and rubbing their breasts and pussies against me while they made free of my body with their hands. In return, I poked a finger into each of their juicy little cunts, gently rubbing their clits between thumbs and forefingers while I marveled again at the differences between them. Darlene's sex button was almost clear of her crack entirely, way up high, while Anita's was buried deep inside the dripping lips of her vulva and she writhed like a worm on a fisherman's hook while I massaged it.
Suddenly it was more than she could bear, and she sprang athwart me, pushing Darlene away, not squatting but sitting atop my prick and wriggling her bottom until it made unassisted entry into her hot little box… then ramming herself downward upon it until it slid up into her like a sword. “Ayeeeee!” she cried as she felt her aching cavity filled, and from then on I forgot about Francie and Darlene and everyone else. I even forgot about Anita, so all absorbing was the pleasure of having my prick fully imbedded in her marvelously educated cunt. She started with a half-dozen fierce rotary thrusts, then sank down all the way with all her juices liberated until my entire lower belly grew sticky from her freely emitted fluids of sex.
She was an incredible cornucopia of a girl, her body rich with soft satin velvet-lined curves, and I played with her boobs dangling in front of me, squeezing them together and then separating them and massaging their nipples until they stood up like tiny twin flagstaffs. Then I kissed and tongued first one, then the other. Repeating the process in reverse, I nibbled and then nipped them in order. Making this with the second boob was difficult, since, at my first nip, Anita took off in violent convulsions… but I made it, catching her second boob on the bounce. She had leaned backward upon me, supporting herself with her arms stiffly out behind her, her hands flat on the sheet. Thus she could bridge her rump slightly and indulge in gyrations wilder than any I had thought up in my wildest wet dream.
I endured this as long as I could, then thrust my own pelvis up hard, impaling her to the full extent of my blade, and then grabbing her thighs and pulling her down forcibly on my cock with a force that made a loud, wet smacking noise as our sticking pelvises met.
In the water out of the reef two days ago and now, Anita had been in charge, controlling our fucking action to suit her whims. But, thanks to Darlene and Francie, in the two days since, I had learned a hell of a lot about the art of screwing, including the fact that there are times when the man must take charge of the operation himself or be nowhere at all.
Something told me that now was the time to assert myself with my first sex teacher. I let go of her soft silken thighs, grabbed her straddling calves just below the knees and used their leverage to lift myself upright, tipping her over backwards on top of my legs… all without losing cock-in-cunt contact.
She cried, “Carissimo… what are you doing?”
I said, “Fucking you, sweetheart,” and rolled us right over in the huge bed until I was right on top of her and in the saddle. But her cunt was so deepset it was hard to maintain the connection and impossible to get full insertion, so I said to Darlene without looking, “Honey, shove a pillow under her arse.”
A second later, when it appeared, I grabbed her buttocks and hoisted them until the pillow was beneath them. It was better, but not enough for what I had in mind, so I lifted her higher and this time her cunt was a good foot above the mattress and pointed right into my pubic hairs with my prick buried in her all the way to my balls. I grabbed her thighs again and spread them as far apart as I could, leaving her wide open in front of me with the white pussy juice glistening like milk in the moonlight. Then I began thrusting my stiff wet cock into her slowly… and withdrawing it even more slowly.
She began to wriggle and writhe and thrash about beneath me, as if she couldn't stand it, and the obscenities flowed from her cherry-red lips in a steady stream… but I held to my tempo while she went out of her mind. It was crazy, but it was indescribably wonderful. After long minutes, I could feel the come gathering in the roots of my loins, but I still didn't pick up speed, letting her do the convulsing. Then, when I was good and ready, I jammed everything I had into her and held her absolutely firm and open against me while I poured a full discharge into the roof of her guts.