Chapter 3

As I followed the classy-looking widow from her bedroom through the hallway Rina’s husband’s silk kimono was giving me a sensuous massage. It was the most elegant garment I had ever worn. As a post-pubescent male, I was no longer mystified at how often my erections buttonholed me throughout the day. Entranced by the voluptuous swaying of Rina’s hips I almost laughed aloud when I realized how my fickle member was once again swinging heavily like a pendulum between my legs. Just the thought of a female would often do the trick. But this female with whom I had been obsessing from the moment I saw her getting off the Burling Hills bus that night on my way to Boy Scouts. The sight of her swinging hips on her willowy, kimono-clad body flipped the switch which had me shielding my erection with open hands as I followed her through the hallway to the kitchen.

“I’ve never had children Toby,” Rina said, “but my two brothers had ravenous appetites at your age, I know you are hungry.” Grinning like a mischievous teenage girl she continued, “And you are going to need all your strength after you’re finished eating,”

Midway through my BLT, she asked, “Has any female ever told you what an unusual young man you are, Toby?” She had quietly been catching glimpses of my face while trying not to stare. That’s why all this sex stuff continues to be happening to me, I thought. It certainly has nothing to do with me trying to make it happen.

Ever since meeting Sister Natalie my life had been riding the crest of this sexual wave. In conversations with my friends, the common topic was girls and how we could get inside their pussies. My mind was continually awash in it. But I was always reticent to share with them in the vulgar expressions they always used. I never admitted it to them, but the irony was that I was getting more of it than any of them were.

My neighbor Ray was not as verbal as the rest of the boys but, he made too many comments about his sister Kathy that shouldn’t have been shared. I believed he had been sexually involved with her earlier in his puberty. Those suspicions were confirmed when he invited me to go back to the glade with him the day Kathy sneaked out of the house to meet us there. But I never breathed a word of it to anybody. At the time I cautioned Ray if he ever said anything to anybody else about my being involved with them that way, I would make it unpleasant for him. In my mind what Kathy was doing what she did with us was her business. Other females might have picked up that aspect about me as well. But I’ve always understood that fair is fair.

With a puzzled look, Rina said, “You seem to understand women Toby.”

She would later tell me when our initial bout of sex brought her to orgasm, she was pleased how I seemed experienced in how to make it happen. She was relieved that she didn’t have to teach me what to do.

She didn’t rush me while I was eating my sandwich, even telling me to slow down. It was obvious I was more anxious than she to get on with whatever was going to happen after lunch. She patiently tidied up putting my dishes in the dishwasher then wiped off the table. When she finished, she stood before me with a satisfied smile, reached for my hand, and said, “Now young man let’s continue what happened on the patio but in a much more comfortable place,” leading me by the hand back through the hallway to her bedroom.

The bedroom was unlike any I had ever seen before. The closet at the end of the bed, rather than just being behind a door, was behind a long bank of sliding mirrors that stretched from the wall to wall, twelve feet. The reflection made the room look twice its size and gave a full-size view of the bed as well as all the furniture in the room. The bed was larger than a double, a forerunner of a king-size, and Asian art was spaced evenly around the walls.

I noticed numerous candles on the dresser, bedside tables, and chest of drawers, made of ebony wood. The carpet was plush colored deep red. The overall impression of the room gave me a warm, sensual feeling which made my dangling, partially hard penis rise to the beat of my increasing pulse. Taking my other hand and coaxing me to face her Rina said, “When a man and woman make love my sweet boy it always begins with a kiss.”

I didn’t object to her referring to me as ‘sweet boy,’ the difference in our ages was quite appealing to me. Sister Natalie taught me the value of having a more mature woman mentoring me. But with Rina referring to me as a “sweet boy” it suggested that we might be heading to a more meaningful level of involvement.

Though it might have been hard for an observer to discern I was the one who made the move. From our experience on the patio, I already had my lips partially opened when they touched hers. To my pleased surprise, hers opened to a perfect match. When our lips met, they opened to hungry maws where our tongues thrust and attacked one another’s. This level of passion caused my stomach to drop in exact proportion to the rising of my erection, filling me with a warmth that I could not even understand.

Even to this day, it was the most thrilling kiss in my life. I thought I was doing it well, but later realized I was only mirroring Rina. From the way, our lips melded the squirming exploration of Rina’s tongue activated my response. Its effect upon me was disorienting. Had it not been for the tightness of our embrace I might have fallen over. But I was rock hard, and when our stomachs pressed firmly together my erection found the opening wraps of our kimonos which allowed my shaft to breach the spread of Rina’s legs and nestle between the lips of her pussy.

“Oh Baby,” she panted, “this is EXACTLY the way it should be.” Tightening her thighs, she forced my penis to seat between her moistened lips. In a passioned concert where our hips parted, and we stripped our kimonos. There we were in the reflection of the wall of mirrors in her elegant bedroom naked, a mature, beautiful woman and a budding youth humping in wobbling, twirling fervor.

Overwhelmed by our reflection I was either coaxed by Rina or doing the coaxing myself in a tight circle so we could both enjoy the view. She moved so easily that she was under my direction. Or was I under hers? I wanted both of us to have a full view of her beautiful body and wanted her to approve of mine as well.

While most mothers in our neighborhood were at least slightly overweight, none of them did anything to enhance their female forms. They dressed in loose-fitting flowered dresses (Grannies) with a hem at mid-calf. Rina on the other hand wore elegant women’s suits to work and even dressed in sexy shorts and fetching tops while working in the garden. But naked, she was so beautiful. Our reflection took my breath away. As we kissed it was like someone had jostled me hard and punched me in the gut and my breath exploded into Rina’s mouth, “PWAH,” blew air through her nostrils, and pushed her lips off mine.

“What on earth is WRONG with you Toby?” she said in startled amusement.

With my eyes glued on the artistic rendering in the mirror, every feature so softly and effectively chiseled, she seemed as perfect as a Roman statue, her graceful neck, the delicately sculpted muscles in her back, her angled torso that tapered to her narrow waist. The shapely curved of her hips which flowed into her taut and undimpled thighs led to her ballet dancer’s calves and finely turned ankles.

Taking a couple of steadying breaths, I exhaled, and said, “I can’t believe we are doing this Rina, naked in front of your bedroom mirror ... Your body is so BEAUTIFUL.”

With moistening eyes, she smiled adoringly, kissed the tip of my nose, and said, “I’ve needed this so BADLY Toby. I have needed sex for so long that I decided to take a chance on YOU. And I’m so amazed at how beautifully you are making it happen. Oh, my sweet BOY.”

Her mouth was on mine again, working in loving softness as she hugged me decisively while flattening her breasts on my chest and grinding her pubic bone against mine. Nibbling on my earlobe she uttered, “I’m going to give you the thrill that was interrupted by our impetuous coupling on the patio ... when you prodded me to ride you.”

Her words seemed obsessive. “I’m going take your cock in my mouth and suck you ‘til you fill it with your seed.” Shuddering she hugged me with such quick intensity that it felt like my breath was being pressed from my lungs.

Having learned from Sister Natalie what female climaxes were about I knew Rina just had one. But I did not realize how this kind of passion could be generated in an adult woman by simply thinking about it. Something else: she had captured my penis between her legs and forced it between the lips of her pussy. The instant she hugged me so violently I realized something else had happened. The top of my penis had just become coated with warm and slippery secretion, something I had never experienced when any of the sisters, or the girls came.”

Another thing: Other than using the word “fuck” in an outburst for me to act she used no other profanity. As her orgasm subsided and she was licking my ear with her wet tongue she used the word twice as an adjective when she said, “You are such a hot fucking young man Toby. I want all of you so fucking badly!”

Loosening her arms, she slid down my body to her knees. Appearing worshipful of my cock she held it close to her cheek like a child loving her dolly, and said, “And don’t even think of holding back MR. Wakefield.”

She had sucked me on the patio, and I fucked her. Then we bathed together where she jacked me off ‘til I came a third time. I would have thought the edge would have been off my cock and my sexual presence would have settled to a less touchy state. But as I caught the reflection of our two naked bodies in this foreign and elegant environment, I had to clamp my butt together to keep from losing it. The incongruity of a blue-collar, the teenage boy being in the naked presence of this mysteriously classy and pretty woman, at least my mother’s age, painted an artistically pornographic picture that captured the aura of an out of body experience. “This isn’t HAPPENING,” my brain screamed out.

As the reflection in the mirror showed Ms. Sergei Strelnicov moving her head back, holding my eight-inch erection in front of her face, opening her elegant mouth, and leaning forward, the picture seemed to narrow to its vanishing point where it would simply disappear. Looking down I saw my lavender, helmet-shaped head and the chamois-like ring of my circumcision scar entering her mouth and felt the wafting, warm air from her nostrils on the top of my shaft. The instant I saw the scar disappear past her lips they closed on me like a tight rosebud and captured my cock in the heaven of her warm, salivating mouth. The instant her tongue tip fluttered in the groove on the underside of my knob and my ears buzzed and the fireworks in my brain told me if I did not shut down every sphincter in my body, I was going to coat the back of her throat with the splatter of my cum.

Letting me know she wanted me to cum in her mouth Rina told me not to hold back. But I was sufficiently fellatio-savvy enough to know if I popped the moment of taking me inside her mouth it would be like the first blowjob I had ever had. In my mind, it would have been an insult to this sexually superior woman, a waste of her time. So, tensing every pore in my body I was able to stabilize my excitement and back off from a moment of surrealism to behaving like a seasoned lover.

Her efforts were both profound and enthusiastic, fondling my balls in one hand while bobbing purposefully on my dick. My excitement in her earlier effort on the patio took care of the novel freshness of our first encounter. This was the ultimate performance in the theatre of her bedroom, and I was going to make it last to fulfill both of our wishes. As she bobbed and slurped, moaning her pleasure I made the pleasured sounds I knew she wanted to hear as I took her head in my hands. In a frenzy, she worked for about three minutes then pulled her saliva/sperm-flooded mouth off my erection stretching a tiny filament of the substance from her lips to the tip of my cock that was awash in her drool. Holding my wet penis to her cheek she said, “Do you love me doing this to your cock sweet boy, aren’t we lucky people?”

Realizing the tension in my body she said, “Sit down on the bed Toby, it will be much more relaxing for you and easier for me to do this without having to stretch my neck. I moved to the bed which, after our bath, she had turned back the covers. As my ass felt the coolness of her starched sheets, I admired myself in the mirror, sitting on the bed with my glistening, reddened erection pointing between the muscles of my chest. Rina crawled on the carpet toward me on her knees. Once between my legs her head and torso obscured the reflection of my cock. Looking up at me she grabbed my malehood, shook her head in amused disbelief said, “You’re just a boy Toby but your magnificent cock would be the envy of ANY man.” Chuckling she added, “And I wonder how many men would duplicate your stamina. Sergei certainly didn’t he-he-he.”

As she moved the outer skin of my penis in strokes, she turned my dick from side to side inspecting it. “I’m so glad you’re here young man. I love having your cock in my mouth, I’ve missed doing this SO much.” Pulling the loose skin down so tightly she was bending my knob forward she took me into her mouth and with a languorous “mm,” began bobbing on it again.

While raising goosebumps all over my body and making my stomach drop into my balls, she experimented: bobbing three times then stopping, bobbing five, stopping again; seven, eight, nine, ten. “Don’t you ever feel the need to ejaculate Toby?”