“Oh,” she commented, as she understood what I had in mind. I pushed her back down on the bed and put my face to her pussy. She was very wet and very warm, and her juice was almost pungently fragrant. I teased her by licking the edges of her pussy lips, which elicited a tiny squeal from her, but then I started licking her clitoris. Sophia’s back arched as she gasped with pleasure. Her entire body seemed to go rigid, but then as I continued licking her pussy, she tried to hump her cunt up into my face, and her hands were grabbing the back of my head and trying to force me deeper. Soft animal mewing was coming out of her, and it was all I could do to keep her from suffocating me. Wouldn’t that be a hell of an autopsy!
After another few minutes, Sophia suddenly gasped and whined, her entire body went rigid, and a flood of warm wetness surged onto my face. I had often heard of women like this, but I had always considered them a myth — the squirter! Apparently it was true that some women could ejaculate. Sophia made the concept of the ‘wet spot’ more of a ‘drenched spot.’ At that point I backed off slightly and allowed her to relax some.
While she was still a touch dazed, I managed to undo my pants and pushed them down on my legs until they hit the floor where I was kneeling. As soon as she looked down the length of her body at me, I stood up. It was my turn to have some fun. I could hear her breath catch when she saw me between her legs, my cock stiffly erect, but I wasn’t going to give her any time to catch her breath. I lifted her legs up and held them behind the knees, spread wide, and leaned forward to rub the bottom of my erection through her slit. Sophia gasped again, and as soon as I could, I slid my cockhead inside her gaping hole and pushed inward. A single thrust had me buried balls deep.
“Oh God! Fuck me, fuck me…” Sophia lifted her ass up off the bed to meet my thrusts. I levered my body forward, keeping her legs upright and tucked into my arms, my elbows behind her knees. She was bent almost double, a position which made me thrust incredibly deep into her. Pussy juice was flowing freely from her, and my cock pistoning in and out made a loud squelching sound. With each thrust I pushed her further up the bed, so we were no longer hanging off the end. Sophia continued to babble as I rammed down into her. Otherwise she was twisting and squirming underneath me, and her arms were almost flapping as she orgasmed. It wasn’t long before I grunted and slammed down one last time, as my cock pumped a load into her. At that point she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me to her.
We slowly disentangled ourselves, first by my letting go of her legs, and then by Sophia stretching out underneath me. “Oh my God, I’ve never been fucked so good!” she said. “I could feel every little squirt of come. Oh God!”
I caught my breath and rolled off to the side. “Yeah!” I agreed.
Sophia tried to roll onto me, but I felt soaked at the crotch. I looked her in the eyes and said, “Clean up time.”
Her eyes widened, and she glanced down at my wet dick. When she looked back up at me, she asked, “You mean…”
I nodded and smiled. “Yes.” I squirmed a bit on the bed, moving up the sheets, and this brought my midsection closer to her face.
She smiled and nodded, and then moved her face down to my cock. It was wet and shriveled when it went into her mouth, and wet and shriveled when it came out ten minutes later. During that ten minutes it got quite a bit larger. Sophia was an excellent cocksucker. I think her natural instincts were to spit, but I told her several times I was going to come in her mouth, and that she was going to swallow. I used my hands on the back of her head to keep her in place, and she sucked and jacked me to completion.
Afterwards I lazed on the bed happily, and Sophia crawled up next to me and snuggled against my side. “Are you sure you’re only seventeen?” she asked, giggling.
“I don’t turn eighteen until November,” I answered. “Trust me. I don’t plan on calling the cops on you.”
She laughed. “I didn’t think you would.”
“If nothing else, I don’t need Bo to kick my ass!”
Sophia laughed again. “I think you’re right about that.”
“So where’s Mr. Berzinski?” I asked. Sophia wasn’t wearing either a wedding band or an engagement ring, but the conversation earlier indicated she was, or had been, married. “Divorced?”
She grimaced, but nodded. “Divorced. The bastard decided he preferred his secretary to me about ten years ago. Bo actually walked in on them once.”
“Yuck!”
She continued. “The really awful part is that his secretary has a mustache.”
It took me a second to understand her, but then I blurted out, “Double yuck!” I had to think about it for a bit, because several of Marilyn’s female relatives had mustaches, too.
“I hired a lawyer and a private investigator, and my lawyer took him to the cleaners,” she concluded. Well, that explained a lot. Mrs. Berzinski and family were very well off, and money did not seem to be an issue.
“Well, I don’t know what to say about that. I know about such things, but I’m damned if I understand it. You’re a hell of a woman, Sophia. Do you have anybody back home who… uh… helps you handle the occasional itch?”
“That’s one way to put it, I suppose,” she giggled. “I see a few gentlemen. Nothing serious, and nobody as young as you.”
I laughed. “Maybe you need to tutor some deserving young high school students.”
“Oh, God, that would be all I need!” she laughed. “I think I’ll stick to Mister Happy before I try that.”
“Mister Happy?” Sophia actually blushed deeply at that. I pressed her. “So, who’s Mister Happy? Or is it a what”
She blushed again. “It’s a what.” I motioned for her to explain, and she continued, “I have this toy. Some friends of mine got it for me after the divorce went through.”
“A dildo?” She blushed again and turned her head away, obviously embarrassed, and nodded mutely. “Did you bring it with you?”
Her head whipped around in astonishment, and her jaw dropped. “What?!”
“Did you bring it with you? I’ve never seen one.” Not in this lifetime, anyway. Marilyn and I had several. “Show me.” She hesitated, so I asked, “Please?”
Blushing and rolling her eyes, Sophia sat up and climbed off the bed. She rooted around in her suitcase and brought out a small plastic bag. Inside it was a non-vibrating plastic dildo and what looked to be a small bottle of baby oil. She brought it over and sat down on the bed and handed me the bag.
I opened the bag and pulled out the plastic dildo. It was a fairly standard model, a little over an inch wide and six or seven inches long, ridged and with a slight curve to it. I smiled and looked over at her. “Have you ever used this with somebody else?”
I think I shocked her at that. “No, of course not! That’s only when I’m alone!”
“Would you like me to use it on you?” Sophia’s mouth opened, but she was speechless. “I bet you’d like it,” I said slyly.
It took a moment, but she nodded, and quietly said, “Yes, would you?” My cock took this moment to begin lengthening again, which Sophia noticed, and she smiled at me. “You actually like that idea.”
“Have you ever tried the electric versions? You know, the vibrating types,” I asked.
“I have one at home, but I don’t travel with it.”
I just nodded and handed her the dildo and the oil. “Show me what you like, and then I’ll take over.”
Sophia stretched out on her back in the middle of the bed. She said, “Normally I start by squeezing some of the baby oil out, you know, down there, but tonight I don’t think I need any.” She spread her legs and laid the dildo along her slit, and began to slowly rub it back and forth, letting the ridges work on her aroused clit. “Just like that.”