Quickly, before she had a chance to think about what she was doing, she let her tongue dart out and gobbled down the sticky fluid.
The taste was heavy, salty. She liked it.
Gaining confidence, she began to let her eager tongue explore his prick, sliding up and down the light, smooth skin, wetting it with her saliva until he glistened in the dim light of the room.
As he watched her from above, Hoffer could feel the hot curia bubbling up inside, gathering for the final rush that threatened to take place any moment.
But he wasn't ready yet. He wanted to make it last.
Using more will power than he realized he possessed, he managed to weather the storm. Now he could relax and enjoy what she was doing to him; he was in control once again.
She had carefully licked every inch of his prick now, and her lips were poised, half parted, just above the tip of his cock. Hoffer could hardly wait to see his prod disappear into that beautiful mouth.
Then suddenly, as if she had finally come to a decision, Sheila spread her wet lips and lowered them onto his glistening cock. A moment later his cockhead had disappeared in her mouth.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," he groaned.
Sheila felt as if she could never take him all the way inside her, but she knew she had to. Opening wider, and folding her lips over her teeth, she pushed slowly don.
"That's it, baby. Suck it…" he murmured, watching in fascination as she slowly pushed down, his cock disappearing into her mouth and throat. Finally she had taken it all in and Hoffer found himself leaning back and basking in the luxurious feeling of her clinging mouth and throat as it held tightly on to him.
Almost beside himself now, Hoffer began to gyrate his hips, shoving his tool in and out of her mouth, feeling it slide deep into her wet pocket, then withdraw into the light.
Sheila couldn't believe she had taken it all the way inside her, yet she knew that this was the case. With each stroke she gained more confidence, until after a few more seconds she began to feel that she was once again in control.
Harder now, she drove her head up and down his pumping cock. Each time it seemed to drive deeper into her mouth, but each time she felt more capable than ever of taking him all the way in.
She began to plan with his balls, gently squeezing and massaging them, while with her lips and tongue she continued to work on his cock.
Finally his cock began to tremble and shudder inside her and almost before she had a chance to prepare for it, he exploded, shooting his hot cum wildly against the back of her throat.
Eagerly she gobbled it down, enjoying the musky taste of his jizz, striving to take it all in her mouth without letting a single drop escape.
Again and again he spurted into her, groaning as her tongue licked the sensitive tip of his cock, taking in every drop.
In the end, when his cock had drained itself completely of cum and was limp in her mouth, she released it and looked up into his eyes.
Sheila smiled, revealing sticky traces of his cum on her tongue and teeth. She knew she was going to get the job.
There was no doubt about it.
An hour later Sheila was back in the worn she had rented for the night. She was feeling satisfied in one way, and frustrated in another.
What she had just done, she realized, was the first step in freeing herself from the hang-ups that had plagued her during her relationship with Jim.
And she had liked it. It was a little bit odd to realize that never before had she really thought much about a man's cock, but now she knew that tonight's experience was just the beginning.
But tonight wasn't over.
In fact, sucking Mr. Hoffer off had only whetted her appetite. She had hoped, afterwards, that he would want to fuck her. She had been a virgin long enough; more than long enough, in fact. She had some catching up to do.
But he hadn't wanted anything else.
So now she was alone in her room, hornier than she had ever been in her life, and ready to do something about it.
Taking all her clothes off, Sheila sat down on the edge of her bed and looked at herself in the mirror. For the first time she fully realized how frustrated Jim must have been; she was a beautiful girl. There was no question about it.
She looked at her tits.
They were full and firm, rising gently in their milky whiteness from the smooth, creamy color of the remains of her summer tan.
Almost trembling with excitement, she stood up. She could see the white outline, where her bikini had covered her crotch. The hair was soft and golden, for mink a perfect triangle that matched the color of her shoulder-length hair.
Slowly, feeling a dreamlike quality descend on her senses, she touched her stomach with her hand and began to let it slide down toward her crotch. At the same time she let her other hand touch her left breast, squeezing the white flesh gently, then lightly tracing circles over the sensitive nipples.
The brown buds grew hard immediately.
Her other hand was fondling her snatch hair now, rubbing the furry velvet of her triangle, anticipating the moment when it would continue it downward journey.
Still looking at herself in the mirror, Sheila leaned backward until she was lying on the bed, her smooth thighs spread shamelessly to reveal the rich, pink lips of her cunt.
Tentatively, gingerly, she spread the lips with two fingers. Then, with another finger, she probed inside the half open channel of her cunt, watching in awe as it disappeared into the tight moistness within.
A moment later the finger emerged, dripping with sticky rivulets of her own honey. After a moment's hesitation, she licked the juice from her finger, savoring the taste, feeling herself grow even more excited.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" she moaned as she plunged her finger once again into her oozing muff. Softly, tenderly she began to explore the tight recesses of her chamber, dipping the finger in and out, moving in small rings around the growing hardness of her clit.
It was fantastic.
She felt like she was about to melt now, as her fingers moved all over her pussy, inside and out, probing and massaging with a growing excitement that matched the mounting tension inside her.
From somewhere deep inside, Sheila could feel a tiny spot of fire beginning to grow. It was bubbling and churning, fighting to be free if she could only release it.
Harder now, she plunged her finger in and out of her tight cunt. Her thighs strained upward with each thrust, fighting to allow her finger to drive deeper inside her.
"Aaaaahhhhh… ooooohhhhh," she groaned, feeling that release was near.
Her whole body was on fire now, and her cunt felt like a pool of molten wax. Muscles deep within her cunt were starting to contract in a way she had never before experienced.
Wriggling more than ever, she drove her crotch up into the air against the force of her finger and hand. Every muscle in her body was straining taut.
Her breasts were heaving wildly; a glistening sheen of perspiration danced over her skin in the pale light of the room.
Then suddenly it was as if something had finally broken free within her. The bubbling, churning mass of juice within her began to flow upward, shooting toward the pulsating entrance to her cunt.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" she gasped, as suddenly it seemed like she spilled over, the hot honey shooting out of her cunt with a force that spurted her love juice out onto the smooth, soft skin of her inner thighs.
The flood continued, racing out of her body, releasing all the pent-up excitement that had been kept inside her until now.
Finally spent, she lay back on the bed.
So this was what I've been missing, she thought.
One thing was certain – she may have been an up-tight prude in the past, but from now on she was going to be different.