I reached out and took her right hand, leaving her left to manipulate the dildo. I squirted some of the oil on her hand and then placed her hand on my cock. She promptly began fisting me, and it was my turn to say, “Just like that.” I reached out and placed my hand over hers on the dildo.
I suppose we could have continued like that, masturbating each other until we both came, but I was looking for a little more active fun. Before I got to the point of no return, I pulled away and lay flat on my back. “Get on top.”
Sophia put the dildo aside and scooted around into a position where she could swing a leg over my midsection. With one hand she lifted my cock upright, and with the other she spread her pussylips apart and dropped down onto my greasy cock. I slid in easily.
Sophia began a very natural rocking motion, lifting up and down and twisting from side to side every once in awhile. She smiled when I handed her the dildo. “Use this too.”
“Then you can do something, too.” Sophia leaned forward and lowered her tits to my lips. Her fingers and the dildo went to work between us, rubbing her clit as she rode me, and I began to suck on her nipples. I also reached around, to cup her ass cheeks and guide the ride. I decided to take it one step further; I reached between her cheeks, to slide an oily finger into her asshole. One of two things was going to happen, she would either stop me abruptly, or enjoy it. Sophia was a real wild woman in bed, and she shuddered and orgasmed. I continued to rub her asshole and finger her butt as a flood of pussy juice came down onto my crotch. I kept it up until I came again.
Sophia climbed off me and rolled onto her back. “Oh my God, I’ve never done that before,” she exclaimed. “Where did you ever learn that?!”
“I never kiss and tell. Or do anything and tell,” I answered.
She looked over at me. “Earlier I wondered if I was going to be your first. It actually kind of excited me. I would guess that isn’t the case.”
I laughed. “Hardly.”
“May I ask that sort of thing?”
It was my turn to shrug. “I started learning back when I was fourteen, if that was the question.”
“And how many girls have you slept with?”
“We almost never sleep.” That got me a little jab in the ribs, so I laughed and said, “About a dozen, dozen-and-a-half, somewhere in there.”
“Oh my God!”
I smiled. “I learned a lot more in high school than you might imagine.”
“I guess so! I wonder about Bo and the girls.”
“You’re going to have to ask them about that. Do you really want to know?”
We continued to chat for a bit longer. By now it was well after midnight, but neither of us was all that sleepy. When Little Carl decided it was time for one last playtime, Sophia noticed, and we both smiled. She got me stiff, and then I decided to try something new for her.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I told her. She had already stripped off her stockings and heels, so she was completely naked as she knelt on the now soaked bedding. I slid up behind her and used my hands to hold her position as I guided my cock into her cunt. She was so wet and slippery that I wasn’t getting much friction, but I knew a cure for that.
I grabbed the bottle of baby oil and squirted some on her asshole, and then slid a finger in. Sophia bucked slightly, more in surprise than anything else, and then she moaned and thrust back at me. A second finger followed, again to moaning approval. At that point I slid the ribbed and ridged dildo in and began double fucking her, with my cock in her pussy and the dildo in her ass.
Sophia was really into this. She was shaking and fucking back at me, hard, and her pussy was tightened up like a twelve year old virgin. She was babbling, “Fuck me! Fuck me!” over and over.
It was about to get better. I squirted some more oil on her asshole, allowed the dildo to work it in, and then yanked it out and tossed it aside. I pulled my cock from her pussy and slipped my cockhead into her ass before it could close up. I was able to push in easily.
Sophia’s eyes snapped open, and she moved away, but I rode her down to the bed and lay atop her with my cock buried in her ass. She turned her head to look at me, and nodded. “Fuck my asshole!” she demanded.
I smiled. As she lay on the bed, I brought my legs up so that I was straddling her thighs and buns, and kept my cock buried in her rear. Then I started hammering her. She was very nice and tight at the back door, and I was well sated from our earlier fucks. I fucked her ass almost fifteen minutes before I came inside her, and Sophia lost track of her orgasms.
Sophia was almost comatose by the time I finished and pulled out and rolled onto the bed. It wasn’t the first time I had assfucked, but it was the first time on this trip on the roller coaster. I went to the bathroom and showered quickly. I wasn’t sure about Sophia, but I didn’t think Little Carl was going to be able to come out and play anymore. When I came out, she was asleep. I dressed and pulled on my shoes and jacket. I finished off the champagne, and then took the bottle, the glasses, and the wine cooler out the door. I figured the girls didn’t need to know Mommy had been entertaining a guest. I set them down by a door halfway down the hall and left. It was almost half past four by the time I crawled into bed.
Chapter 26: Thanksgiving Dinner
I slept late Sunday morning, not even waking when Buddy started drinking and smoking pot. After the mandatory shit, shave, and shower, I grabbed my books and headed out. I needed something for lunch, and then I had to study on campus. I ran across Bo almost immediately, when I was leaving the dorm and he was just coming in. “Good morning,” I said, eyeing him to see if he had any suspicions about me and his mother.
He must not have, because he simply greeted me in return.
“Next time you talk to your mom, tell her thank you for lunch yesterday.”
“No problem,” he replied.
“So, is your sister planning on applying to this place?” I asked.
He gave me a shrug. “I think so, but I’m not completely sure.”
I grinned at him. “You know, she’s awfully pretty. If she does come here, she’s going to need a friend, an older friend, maybe a sophomore that she already has met, to help ease her into things and be a mentor. I mean, she really is pretty.”
Bo’s eyes opened wide at this. “Oh, shit! No way, no way! I’m going to be responsible for her!”
I just laughed. “I’ll be happy to help share that burden.”
“No way! She’s going to be the only girl on campus who doesn’t have a boyfriend.”
I just laughed at Bo and continued on my way, leaving him to wonder how he was going to keep his sister from meeting 4,000 new men, all of whom would be happy to show her around.
I grabbed some fruit and juice at the dining hall, and kept on going. Five minutes later I was walking into the basement of Amos Eaton Hall, also known as ‘Amos Eat-Me’, which was where the math department made its home. The basement was where their pride and joy lived, an IBM 360 mainframe, a state of the (then) art computer. This behemoth was generally treated better than the students who used it. It, for instance, lived in air conditioned luxury, surrounded by technicians wearing white coats. You could see it at work behind a massive glass wall. No students could even get close to it.
Just that year it had been massively upgraded. It now had an entire megabyte of memory! That 1 MB cost roughly $1.5 million. That megabyte was what they called core memory, but not because it was at the core of the machine. No, core memory was memory that stored the ones and zeroes on what looked like steel washers, or cores. 1 megabyte equaled 8 megabits, which meant that they had bought gigantic boxes holding 8 million washers tied together in racks by wiring. If you wanted one of the bits to be a 0 or 1, you energized the wires and flipped the magnetic direction of a washer. This was some serious high technology!