To Sleep, Perchance To Dream

Exiting the kitchen, Miss Szopas gestured to a short hallway. "Let's go into the bedroom. I want to see you fully disrobed."

How could Bobby Gene refuse? His heart was racing as he followed her down the hallway. They were actually going to have sex together. She led him into a wallpapered bedroom. There was bureau of drawers and what should have been a dressing table, except no mirror. Two landscape oil paintings hung on the walls, as well as a half-dozen or so smaller faded pictures of people from long ago and far way. Sitting down on the small stool in front of the dresser, be began removing his shoes, when he noticed a cross hanging upside down over the brass frame bed. "I have never seen a cross hung that way before," he remarked when he stood up barefooted and pulled his blue tee-shirt over his head.

"It is the custom of my homeland," Miss Szopas answered simply.

Now fully naked, the young man went to the head of the bed and pulled down the covers. "Aren't you going to get undressed?" he asked.

"I could if you like," she replied as Bobby Gene climbed into bed. "But it is not necessary. After all," she slid off her shoes and crawled up on the bed with him, kneeling between his legs. "You are not going to be making love to me." Leaning forward with opened hands on each side of him, pressing into the mattress, she lowered her head over his crotch. "I am going to be making love to you."

Miss Szopas took the head of his semi-hard cock into her mouth. As before, she closed her lips tightly to make a seal and began to suck. To suck hard. She twisted her head in a figure eight motion, her tongue flicking over the spongy surface of his glans. Quickly his erection from the kitchen returned, and Miss Szopas was once more in possession of a young, virile, throbbing hard cock. She slid her knees forward and brought her hands around to grab that cock, holding it like a baseball bat, one hand on top of the other. Even with two hands gripping it, there was still plenty of dick left over for her to lick and tongue and lap. She slurped not just the head of his cock, but also the sides.

Then she tilted her head to one side and kissed his hairy nutsack, bathing those two balls with her tongue. Miss Szopas even took them into her mouth, giving them a thorough washing.

Raising her torso, she studied the naked man before her as she slowly pumped up and down on his shaft. Her double fists stroking all the way to the top and over the head before descending again to rest against his balls. "You are beautiful, Bobby," she told him, stroking his shaft as if working a butter churn. "So strong, and masculine, and full of life."

Down went her head once more, her lips parting as she engulfed him the warm wetness of her mouth. Her body repeatedly rose and lowered as she slid her hands and mouth up and down his cock.

Bobby Gene raised himself up on one elbow, pulled the pillow under his head up to rest against the brass frame, and reached over for the other pillow to place on top of the first. He lay there with his head and shoulders propped up, having a perfect view of the dark haired woman's head bobbing up and down. Her hands remained motionless, they just held his cock up straight while her widely stretched lips slid up and down the section of shaft not enclosed by her fists.

Miss Szopas began to suck him again, drawing on the cock like it was a siphon hose, creating a vacuum. Her cheeks caved in as she maintained that intense suction.

Bobby Gene sighed a deep moan of pleasure and reached over his head, grabbing two of the brass bars and grinding his ass further into the mattress. He rotated his hips as Miss Szopas bobbed her head up and down, her lips milking his shaft, her mouth sucking as if trying to draw the sperm directly from his balls, using his dick as a straw.

She looked up at him, the bangs of her page boy haircut partially blocking Bobby Gene's view of her eyes. Staring into each other's eyes, the young man and somewhat older woman seemed to form some sort of connection. As if part of each was in the mind of the other. Bobby Gene nodded his head in rhythm with Miss Szopas's. The nodding was both in approval and maintaining there link.

Still staring into his eyes, she moved one hand off the cock she was sucking to reach between his legs and grab his balls. Bobby Gene groaned loudly at that and twisted his head to one side, his eye lids half closing. His whole body started to slowly squirm as he turned his head back to look at the foreign woman from a foreign land.

"Oh, yeah, Sophia," he sighed. "Do it. Do it, baby, do it." It sounded like he was reciting a prayer.

Miss Szopas leaned forward, increasing the angle of his erection and her fist around the shaft began to pump in sync with her plunging and lifting head. She increased her speed, moving up and down like a piston inside a car engine. Her other hand squeezed Bobby Gene's balls, gently at first, but gradually increasing in pressure.

Bobby Gene's squirming turned into bucking, he thrust his hips rapidly up and down, teetering on the brink of an orgasm.

"SOPHIA!" Bobby Gene cried out as he arched his back and erupted into her mouth. His load was not as heavy as the previous two, but what his climax lacked in volume, it made up for in intensity. After the first few blasts Bobby Gene opened his eyes and looked down at the top of that swiftly moving his head. His gaze was one of astonishment and awe, he felt as if his very soul was being sucked from his body.

A few final twitches of his hips, a few last gasps, and Bobby Gene collapsed. His hands slipped from the brass rods of the headboard and drifted down to his sides. Miss Szopas kept her mouth clamped onto the softening cock for a few more seconds, although her head remained motionless. Then, as she had done earlier, she slowly sat up straight, opened her mouth to show him his cum swirling around with her saliva, and swallowed, deliberately making a loud gulp.

Climbing off the bed, she began to unbutton her dress. Despite his desire to watch her disrobe, the drained young man just could not keep his eyes open.