Anita said only, “Oh, Mother…!” Then, like an obedient child she pulled herself out of my embrace and scrambled from the bed, standing before her parent like some ancient slave-girl awaiting chastisement.
But Missie merely regarded her with an enigmatic sort of half smile, then said, “You're more woman than I thought, child.”
Anita said, “How long have you been watching?”
Missie shrugged and said, “I have been awake.”
“Then why didn't you let us know?”
“I was always brought up to believe that it is the worst of bad manners to interrupt.”
She came to me, took me by the hand, gently but firmly led me from the bed. A wave of exotic jasmine perfume all but overwhelmed me, perfume worn like an almost visible aura of allurement. I followed her gaze to my sopping cock, which had wilted and dangled, soft and harmless looking, from my loins. She gave my hand a squeeze and said, “Don't worry… it will recover.”
I wanted to tell her I wasn't worried, but somehow I found myself unable to say anything. As we moved past Anita, Missie lifted her free hand and gave her daughter something, saying, “Use it if you must… that's all you left for me after drugging me at dinner.”
“But, Mother, that was a mistake.”
Missie said, “That I intend to find out right now. Enjoy yourself, darling. I fully intend to.”
I looked quickly back at Anita, who was standing there stupidly, regarding the gift her mother had thrust into her hands. It was a thick candle, its surface aglitter with grease. Then Missie was leading me toward the immense bed in her own room, and I had not time to think about Anita or anyone else.
Until Missie took me away from her daughter, I had not yet associated fucking with manhood. Thus far, it had been little more than a game I had suddenly found myself playing with my sisters… by far the most exciting and pleasant sport I had ever known… but still just a game for kids.
It was Missie, my stepmother, who initiated me into the fuller meanings of sex that wild and wonderful night. The first thing she did after leading me into the big bedroom where we kids had fucked and sucked the night before was to take a look at me. Her sexy nostrils arched as she caught the aroma of used sex, and she shook her head with a smile that was sad as if she were remembering some of her own teenage sex games. Then she said, “Jeff, the first thing we're going to do is get you ready for love.”
She led me into the bright yellow-tiled bathroom along side the bedroom and ushered me into the stall shower, pulling a fuzzy bathing cap over the braids she had piled high on top of her head. Then she turned the water on both of us, full and hot.
Standing next to that marvelous adult female body, I was paralyzed. Her skin, with the water splashing off its pearly curved surfaces, was as lustrous as highly polished dark ivory. Her cheekbones stood out in fascinating exotic angles and her long tilted dark eyes glittered with magic, even as the lateral cunt shape of her mouth was drawn back over shining white teeth in a smile of sheer sensual amusement.
She sensed my paralysis and moved against me and, with a well-soaped sponge cleansed my body of the sweat and sperm and sex sap that covered it. The warmth of the water plus the nearness of her nude body to mine began to stir my loins with renewed excitement. Because I had always thought of her as treetop tall, I felt pleasurable surprise to discover that her eyes were level with my shoulder and that I was large enough and strong enough to bend her to my will as easily as I could her daughter. This knowledge gave me assurance in what had seemed to be a potentially difficult situation.
She noted my arousal and took my swelling cock in one hand and regarded its growth with interest, then washed it and the balls below with the sponge, squeezing it gently… just enough to add a further inch to its growth. Then she turned off the water and dried my body, again giving special attention to my prick, which was rising as high as it ever had in my life. Then she poured some sort of fragrant oil over me and quickly and gently rubbed it in. Then she dried me again and then… only then… did we get into the big bed together.
Even driven as she must have been by the Spanish fly she had received by mistake, Missie was not a woman to hurry love for quicker gratification. She had me lie down on my back and then, kneeling beside me, proceeded to work on my already distended cock. She kissed it and licked its shaft and sucked its crown, then massaged it so expertly that it grew visibly thicker under the urgency of her fingers, then sucked it again, slowly and with tremendous strength of lips and jaws, to add extra millimeters to its length. Then, and only then, did she call post-time for our first fucking.
Her educated fingers still working busily on my rampant dong, she straddled me gracefully after placing a thick pillow beneath my buttocks. She lifted the most fascinating female rump I had ever seen and then, ever so slowly, lowered her cunt upon the crown of my cock, slowly pushing down until it entered a richly creaming round box and then continuing to work into it with a continuous wriggling motion until I was in her all the way.
A look of surprise crossed her beautiful face as our first union was completed and she murmured, “Madre Dios! You're bigger than your father…!”
I said, “That's because I eat my Wheaties.”
Again, astonishment flickered across her face.
Then it grew stern and she slapped me gently across the face and said, “This is not a time for jokes.”
But I could feel the body whose hips I was gripping shake with laughter and was bewildered by the contradictions of this first full-grown female I had ever fucked. For a moment, I was shot down and my prick began to wilt inside her. She felt it and, without visible movement, began to tighten her cunt muscles rhythmically, causing intense excitement to my cock and making it expand explosively to a point even further within her than previously.
She said, “You're quite a boy, Jeff,” and, if her tone and manner were not patronizing, mockery lay in them. She was determined to put me down even while she enjoyed me, to keep me in my place as just a kid who was fun for her to fool around with while the big cat was away.
Yet I had learned enough in the tumultuous three days and nights since Anita took my cherry out on the reef in the water… enough to know from a half dozen little signs that Missie was on the very edge of an explosive orgasm. It was evident to my newly trained ears in her voice, it was visible in the glaze of her tilted black eyes, it was tangible in the tightening of her buttocks and in the tiny spasms my prick could feel pressing on it from its lodgement deep within her tunnel of love.
I determined right then to bring her on quickly even against her will. There had been nothing competitive in my fucking the girls… we had all been in the game together, seeking every possible form of fucking fun. But fucking with Missie was very much something else, not only a matter of fulfillment as a female but an expression of the arrogant power of her beauty and sensuality… an instrument to make her the master of any male she chose to find her pleasure with.
Bring her on… but how? I remembered her daughter's explosive reaction to having her tits sucked while she was being fucked. So I tried it on Missie. Pulling on those sweet-scented honeydews was sheer heaven, and I sought to amplify the impact of my lips and tongue and teeth by squeezing their undersides gently. I might as well have been fondling the boobs of a store-window dummy as far as getting the response I sought was concerned.
I remembered how Darlene had spun into orbit when I diddled her clitoris while my dong was imbedded in her up to the hilt… and I dug a forefinger into where the roots of my cock were absorbed in her sweet clinging chamber of delight and diddled the button.
Missie went into a little samba motion with her cunt and murmured, “Mmmm… nice, darling!” But she didn't take off.