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,
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…
I remembered how Francie had detonated when I dug my thumbs into her arsehole and tried to get into her crack from behind. At first, Missie refused to cooperate, and I though I was onto something… but then, with a flicker of tolerant boredom, as if to say, “Let the child have his fun if he likes it that way,” she lifted her rump and let me poke around the puckered rim of her bunghole. Nothing!”
I remembered how little Jean had reacted… but Jean had reacted extravagantly to each and every form of sexual stimulation I had tried on her, so that was no help.
I looked up at Missie, riding me astride with the casual arrogance of a born rider who knew every conceivable trick her mount might try to unhorse her. She was onto my little game and had no intention of letting me get the whip hand over her.
Her control was absolute and I could tell she was enjoying a rigid orgasm by the way she was creaming around my cock in her cunt, by the way her sex sap was flooding out through the tiny spaces between prick and labia and making our crotches sticky-slippery. But she was going to make me sweat for a real reaction until she was good and ready to indulge in one herself.
This was not my idea of the game at all… I felt I had to get control of her or I was lost in that already turbulent household. Missie was a darling stepmother and I loved her dearly, but she had one fault… she liked to run the whole show and dominate everyone around her. '
Let her win this first bout between us, and I was as good as dead… she'd be dictating not only my sex life but the color of my socks and what I did with my weekly allowance. I began to feel desperate, because I was going to have to have action quick or I'd be coming without any action at all… the worst way next to a dry fuck. Even if she did start swinging, she'd be doing it as a favor to a fresh kid who'd got into her pants… not because she couldn't help herself. And that wouldn't do me any good, either.
There she sat, or rather squatted, with her hole full of my throbbing cock and her soul full of condescension… it was more than I could stand. Looking me right in the eye was her navel. Instead of being a tiny hole, like most people's, it stuck right out of her belly like a third tit. To me, just then, it looked like a third eye with the lids shut to hide the mockery behind them. Its very protuberance was the ultimate mark of her sexual smugness.
Filled with despair and frustration, I lifted my head, pulled her torso toward me, and put my mouth against the odd little mound in her flesh. Then, in an excess of torment, I bit it. Not hard… I didn't have to. In fact, the instant my teeth touched the flesh of it, Missie blew higher than a whole squadron of spaceships at liftoff. She gave a violent start and then great shudders passed through her entire body. Her face dissolved like a gelatin mask in the sun and through clenched teeth she uttered a wailed, “You've got it!”
I lifted my head and bit it gently again… and from then on, the floodgates were open. Suddenly, I was passionately enwrapped in a beautiful dolphin after a spell of playing with minnows. Missie could do more things with her cunt in five seconds than any of the other could do in a full minute. Talk about your educated cunts… she had a cunt with every postgraduate degree in the book. It went up and down, it went sideways, it went around in one direction and then in another, it swallowed me whole and spit me out, then swallowed me whole again.
Before I could take any defensive measures, my balls were firing jizzum into my tube and I was blasting away inside her guts as if I were trying to shoot a hole in the top of her womb. By this time, she was rocking and swaying on my loins, her terrific tits bobbing in all directions, her long black braids flying free and her bottom busier than a beaver in a spring freshet. When at last she was able to halt, she said, “You son of a bitch!”
I said, “You're speaking of my mother.”
She cuffed me gently for that and then said, “I don't know how you did what you did… but please don't tell anyone about it. I can promise, if you do, you'll be sorry.”
“I believe you, Missie… besides, why should I put anybody else onto such a wonderful thing?”
Her smooth strong hands caressed my face. She said, “That's awfully sweet, Jeff.”
I said, “Especially Cousin George.”
She wrinkled her beautiful nose and said, “I wasn't thinking of Cousin George… I'm afraid he was a mistake.”
She shifted her crotch on my loins and suddenly I knew she was going to get off and that I didn't want her to… not yet. To date, I still hadn't got my rocks off a second time in her cunt… yet she must have gotten hers a score of times during the action.
There was only one thing to do, so I did it… I bit her in the navel again.
