Then our lips met again and melted and, without separating, she backed toward the bed, pulling me with her, keeping her grip on my prick. She fell backward across the bed and I stayed right with her while she rolled and slid to the center of the bed and opened her legs wide and placed the head of my dong between the lips of her juicy cunt.
“Let it go the rest of the way by itself,” she whispered, bridging herself and lifting her hole to enclose my manhood.
I extended my loins slowly forward, and once again the illusion of fucking Anita for the first time returned as it slid slowly into her until our hairs met and interlaced in rapturous greeting. Thus imbedded in the richness of her lush young body, I lowered my head and kissed her nipples slowly, moving from one to another and back again and toying with those marvelous gobbets of flesh that seemed to disappear into her torso when I released them from my grip.
Anita ran her fingers through my hair and stirred ever so slightly downstairs and began kissing my throat and shoulders, emitting little sighs of sheer delight. The next time she shifted her dripping cunt, I shifted with her, and then the game of love was joined. Her arms went tight around my chest as the action got underway. Her dark eyes glazed with passion and her breathing became short and sharp with arousal. She began to rotate her cunt even as she thrust and withdrew it, and I let her take the lead and moved with her as her excitement mounted rapidly. My own was not far behind.
She cried,
I let her dangle for a moment, enjoying the view of her creaming cunt. Its lips quivered as the motion came to a slow stop… then they actually seemed to reach outward for the dripping dong whose head remained a tantalizing half inch out of their reach.
She knew who was master now. I drove into her all the way with every ounce of force I possessed and rolled my prick around in her depths. She emitted another little scream as I jammed my dong through her tender cunt tissues and then the scream became a sobbing moan of sheer delight.
Her cunt began bobbing and rolling wildly again, and I pulled out all but an inch of prick and she slowed down… then I jammed it in hard again. Even though the sex madness holding her in its grip, Anita got the message and let me run the show. Nor, as it turned out, was she sorry, for I surpassed myself. I laid it into her time after time, using my grip on her thighs to regulate her crotch to suit my fancy. Then I let it rest all the way in and manipulated her cunt to suit myself… with little rotations and sideways motions that made her let go of my chest and beat the side of the bed with the flat of her hands.
Then I released her left thigh and began rubbing her arsehole with my right hand, fingering the tight little ridge-rim of the rectum and feeling her body jump as if I had stuck a live wire into it. This set my jizzum to surging, and I held her tight against my chest… she was already crying with the violence of her coming and locked arms and legs around me as we began to buck and roll while her narrow bed, unused to such weight and action, began to creak a chorus to each doublethrust.
This time, when my sperm poured into her flooding crater, it seemed as if my orgasm lasted forever… though it could not have endured more than ten seconds or so by the clock. She opened her eyes and looked at me with sheer love making her glow all over and whispered, “That's one, darling Jeff.”
I said, moving gently within the wetness of her depths, “I didn't know I had that one in me.”
She giggled, responding gently to my motions, then stiffening in an afterclimax. Then she said, “Maybe
I had the feeling that I could go all night… and, as things turned out, I was right. But not with Anita…
Another voice spoke from the doorway on my left, a deeper, familiar feminine voice with a husky undertone that reeked of sexiness. It said, “Would you mind very much if I cut in for the next dance?”
Missie was standing there, her silhouette outlined in gold by the hall light behind her. She was naked, covered only by the two hip-length braids of long, thick, heavy black hair that seemed to detour gently around the huge mounds of her breasts.
If Anita had cantaloupes, her mother had honeydews, large and lush and as firm as those of a teenager, although she had to be at least in her early thirties to have had Anita. Where Anita was a budding flower that promised tropical prodigality, Missie was the flower in full bloom… mature perfection.
Anita said only, “Oh,
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
