After a bit, I began to feel the strain in my belly muscles… after all, even with the support of the salt water, I was carrying a lot of her weight… so I slowed down a little. She went into frantic gyrations, as if she feared I was going to stop, but I grabbed her buttocks again and slowed her down and just let it rest there inside her while she wriggled like a trout on a hook. She finally lost her fear of my dropping out of the game and lay back herself on the water and let us just stay joined all the way without moving. She looked up at me and her bright black eyes were sunken and dulled with passion and she let out a little sigh and said, “Isn't it lovely?”
Then a bit of sand under my left heel was displaced by the weight put upon it and I was forced to shift position slightly or lose my balance and louse up the whole wonderful scene… and that caused a reaction by both of us right where it counted the most, where my whole prick was imbedded in her beautiful crotch. She uttered a sound that was half sigh and half gasp and then grabbed my arms and pulled herself against me and again went into that wonder rumba that had jacked me off the first time so beautifully. For a couple of seconds, when this maneuver caused a bit of salt water to get into her cunt, I thought my prong was going to be skinned alive… but, once again, the flow of her juices came to the rescue and we were off to the damnedest races I had ever enjoyed till then.
It took me even longer to come, of course, and with my climax slower and hers coming faster, it was right out of this world and into some crazy orbit around the moon. Man, we really flew before-after what seemed an eternity of delight-I felt the irresistible surge gathering somewhere inside the roots of my testicles and jammed her down on my cock so hard I thought the beak of her pelvic bone, buried beneath the soft, hair-covered Venus mound, was going to break my pelvis. She sensed what was coming, of course, from the way my dong expanded and began to throb in her tunnel, and then she did the damnedest thing. She seemed to tighten her entire cunt, from far inside at the womb entrance, to the little pink lips at its outer gates. She clamped it around me so tightly that I had a wild thought of Poe's story, The Pit and the Pendulum… only my prick was the pendulum trapped in the pit. I thought at first the pressure she put on it would crush it, but somehow my tool survived and then a whole new sensation of pleasure swept slowly outward from my cock and began to pervade my whole body.
Green as I was, I knew this was something special, and I dug my fingers into her buttocks and wedged both of my thumbs inside the tight little rim of her arsehole and stretched it apart. She gave a little dry of anguished delight and jumped, relaxing her cunt-grip on my dong and then tightening it still more. But the second of relaxation had given my jizzum time to rush upward toward its appointed goal, and then she was hanging on for dear life and pumping up and down on my prick until I jammed her all the way onto it again and let her have the full benefit of what my first explosion had left me… which was plenty.
She gasped, “Oh, my God!” and fainted and I staggered and fell over sideways, carrying her under water with me. It brought her back to consciousness, of course, and we caught our breath and then fished for my trunks and her bra, which she had worn out from the beach and discarded only when she caught up with me.
We barely made it back to the beach and had to lie there on the sand for an hour or more before we recovered the strength to go up to the house and put on some clothes for dinner.
TWO
That evening I looked at my father with new eyes as he sat at the head of the table, dishing out the food Missie had prepared. Until now I had always taken him for granted. But after my initiation on the reef with Anita, I realized what a lot of man he was… massive, red-bearded, obviously virile as a goat. I wondered about him in bed with Missie, dark, passionate, beautiful, a grown-up version of her daughter, who sat demurely across from me, acting as if nothing at all had happened.
Without closing my eyes, I could visualize Dad and Missie, naked, thrashing around on the huge bed in their room, his big prick imbedded in her cunt in a thrusting, gasping, sobbing tangle of limbs, rolling and rocking in the grip of their ardor. Then I tried to visualize Dad with my real mother and quickly withdrew the thought because I simply couldn't make it.
Then Cousin George snapped me out of it, saying, “Give Jeff another helping. He's great for seconds.” I offered my plate to be passed up the line for another helping. Darlene, on my left, took it and handed it on to Dad, who dished out another helping from the big earthenware pot. As usual, on Tuesday, it was a stew made up of the Sunday roast. As it came back, George, bless his dirty little heart, said, “It's a good thing Jeff goes for leftovers, too.”
I tried to think of some kind of comeback to put George in his place, but couldn't think of anything that wouldn't spill the fact I had fucked Anita that afternoon. So I just looked at George who returned my gaze mockingly. He and I had never actually come to blows, but we'd been close a number of times. Now I knew I was going to have to whale the tar out of him… and soon. I knew I could outfight him, just as I was pretty sure I could outfuck him after what had happened out on the reef. I was bigger and stronger and faster, even if he was a year older. I knew that he hadn't even made the tiddlywinks team at his school back East, while I was slated to play fullback at my own school in the San Fernando Valley.
What surprised me was Darlene. She snapped at George, “Quit picking on Jeff, if you know what's good for you.”
Majestic at the head of the table, Dad looked down at us and rumbled, “If you've got any arguing to do, do it outside… not in this house and not at table.”
I glanced at Missie, saw that she was regarding me with open speculation, and thought, Oh-oh, I'd better be careful. Missie may not have been the best-informed woman in the world, but when it came to human relationships, she was wise. Then I felt Darlene's hand on my thigh. She squeezed and I looked at her, and read a message in her hazel eyes I couldn't quite decipher. She was trying to tell me something… but what? I decided I'd find out soon enough, so I just looked at her, seeing her with new eyes in the light of my afternoon's experience.
Before, she had been just big sis… now I realized she was one hell of an attractive woman… tall, willowy, with long, red hair. Freckles peeped through the suntan of her lovely face. I wondered what it would be like to be in her pants and if anyone had been there yet… and then I saw her turn pink beneath the tan and the freckles and turn her attention back to her plate. What the hell was she trying to tell me…? And when would I find out?
I looked back at Anita and caught her regarding me. As she caught my eyes, she winked. I decided one thing right then and there as I winked back. I was going to get more of what I had gotten from her that afternoon, come hell or high water… a lot more of it!
I thought I'd never get to sleep when I went to bed at nine as usual, laying there, reliving those marvelous orgasms and what I knew had to be wonderful fucking in spite of my inexperience. I'd heard enough talk about it at school and around to know it wasn't often like that. I blessed Anita for being what she was and then lost the whole thing as the sandman arrived and did his job.
I was awakened by a dream that a kitten was romping all over me, to discover that it was real. Somebody was in bed with me, somebody soft and definitely female. I reached for the light switch but a hand stayed my arm and a soft voice whispered, “Don't… you'll wake the rest of them up.”