Missie added, “I saw it sticking up and couldn't bear letting it go to waste. After all, I'm the one who got shorted last night.”
I pulled her close, reveling in the lush softness of her perfumed flesh, especially the softness of her cunt as she crushed it down and over my cock, absorbing it entirely. We rolled over on our sides with her arms and legs locked around me and her beautiful breasts flat on my chest and our bellies fitted as tight as our sex pieces.
She whispered, “Don't touch my button, darling…” and I nodded. Not only was I not up to such a workout at the time, but it would waken the sleepers. So we enjoyed a delicious lazy fuck and kept at it until I came twice more, by which time daylight was stirring outside and we fell asleep with my cock still imbedded in her creaming cunt.
TWELVE
When I woke up, it was still there, buried all the way. Missie stirred slightly rolling her sweet-sticky loving cup around on my morning erection and adding to its length… which caused her to stir again, which caused me to thrust it in until our hairs mingled and clung. She was still more asleep than awake, with her tilted eyes closed. But her sensual reaction was building and I rolled my cock around in her cunt and her breathing became panting and her hands went to my buttocks and firmed there lightly as her crotch began to rotate in response to my lead.
I put a hand first on one beautiful big breast and fondled it until the nipple reared its pink head up in greeting, then slowly turned my attention to the other, all the while keeping up a wonderful slow motion where our fucking pieces were joined. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see little Jean moving toward Cousin George, who was sleeping flat on his back with his dong sticking up like a construction girder.
As she began sucking him off, it became apparent that the month-long abstinence he had promised last night was not going to endure more than eight hours. But then my own affairs got busier and I had no time for the others. When you were fucking Missie, I discovered, you lost awareness of anything and everything else.
She began to move her rump with a slow, steady rhythm that contained infinite variations, each of them more exciting than the one before, and I went along, loving it all the way. My prick felt lazy and contented, yet hungry for more and more and more… and, my senses being numbed with sleep and sex, it was in no hurry to reach climax. She murmured soft words of affection, caressing my body with adept fingers, her eyes still closed but the rest of her wide open. Our lips met and melted together and her tongue slipped lazily into my mouth and I followed her example and closed my eyes on that wonderful spectacle of sex-happy female flesh and let pure sensation take control of me.
“Lovely…” she whispered as a mild orgasm caused her belly skin to ripple deliciously against my own briefly. “I wish it could last forever… so beautiful…!”
A devil seized me then. I slid my hand in between our abdomens and reached for her navel. She sensed my intention and went rigid and cried, “No, darling… not now… oh, my God!” She flicked an arm down to check me, but too late… my fingers found their nubbly little target and the explosion was on once more… that glorious complete detonation of the first real woman I had ever fucked in my life.
If her marathon orgasms had been wildly wonderful last night, this morning's insane reaction topped them both. Missie moaned and flung her head about wildly and cried out for me to stop… but her cunt told a different story and snapped and clung to mine each time I withdrew my cock for another stroke up her frothing cunt past the flanged gates of her womb. Her legs kicked out wildly and I heard, as from afar off, cries and shouts and then the thud of bodies on the rug beside the bed. I tried to grab her thighs, but there was too much action and there were several insane seconds before I could capture even one of her legs. I clamped my arm about it tightly, just below the hip joint, and regained some measure of control over the wild-woman my stepmother had become.
She still kicked crazily with her free leg and rolled her body madly about and flapped her arms rhythmically on the bed itself… but I had her crotch right where I wanted and plunged my prick into her to suit myself… sometimes slowly, sometimes hard and fast, sometimes making her endure the torture of all but complete withdrawal. She began moaning obscenities in both English and Spanish as I banged her to my heart's content… and every time she showed signs of slowing down, I simply flicked or squeezed her belly button again and she went into the maddest movements and most terrific action I had ever felt.
When I felt my jizzum begin to flow up through my balls, I flattened myself out on top of her, pushed her legs into a near-split with both hands pressuring her thighs, then pulled my steaming cock out of her creaming cunt for a second until she lifted it high for my re-entry… then let her have it as hard and deep as I could thrust. She uttered a little scream and her head fell backward with her eyes still closed as my sperm shot into her from the head of the prick I had buried so deeply in her guts… but her cunt was still alive and insatiable. It closed in on my dong with a snapping motion and held it close with little ripples of constriction until every last drop of semen had been drained from it into its natural resting place.
Only then did I roll over so that I faced the door… and there stood my father, still in his traveling clothes, big, red-bearded, the most virile man I had ever known. He was looking at us with a strange expression on his face.
I said, “Hello, Dad… how was L.A.?”
I know that sounds ridiculous, but for the life of me I couldn't think of another thing to say.
The stupid words just popped out. I tried to get my prick out of Missie's creaming box, but she was still involved in afterclimax and wouldn't let it go.
Then Dad said, “Talk about desire under the elms…”
I've got to hand it to Missie… she's a very remarkable woman any way you look at her. At the sound of my father's voice, she snapped out of her sex fog like the turn of a light switch. One second, she was rolling around on my cock, letting her tremendous orgasm die slowly in its own afterglow… the next she was sitting up, her cunt clear of my cock, crying, “You're crazy, darling… there's not an elm tree within five hundred miles.”
He looked at my dripping dong, then at the others… Francie and Darlene and Anita were sitting up, frozen in naked astonishment… Cousin George and Jean, who had gone right on fucking on the carpet after Missie's wild kicking pushed them out of bed, were sitting up with their heads just visible above its side. Then he looked at me… at my face this time… and said, “Clear out, all of you. This place looks like Saturday night in a whorehouse. Get cleaned up and wait for me. I'll talk to you later.”
We slunk from the room, leaving Missie and Dad there alone with that sex-fouled giant bed. Anita stayed to listen with her ear close to the shut door, but the rest of us moved on to the kitchen. As we went, I heard Missie yell something about desire under a motel roof in Brentwood with somebody named Angela, then Dad yelling back, “You stupid shit, I'd fuck any woman alive if it would help me close a deal… a half-million clam deal… and what in hell kind of a crappy operation have you been running at this end while I was doing my damnedest to make money for all of you?”
“You mean while you were having a ball in Angela's pants!” Missie wasn't giving an inch. “She's had her face lifted three times.”
“She's still got what nature gave her where it counts the most,” said Dad.
“I suppose I haven't?”
“Sure you've got it… at least you had it when I married you.” Dad sounded sore as a boil. He added, “Before you turned into a fucking cruise director.”