Sylvia’s body almost jackknifed with the maddening contact of his finger sliding through the already fevered area. She began to moan in wild, inarticulate phrases, and her inner thighs tried to trap that hand that beautiful hand and keep it captive. Now a second finger was making a lovely intrusion; the middle finger toyed with the clitoris… both fingers moving in unison.
She had to have it… now! She was close… She wanted to feel that powerful maledom inside her. She could no longer be patient. “Please?” It was a craven croak of desire spilling out of her throat.
Shelton, watching her and listening to her, revelled in the feel of her nubile pussy and the vibrating arousal of her goddess-like body. God, he thought, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She really wants it; she’s so fired up that she’s about to explode.
“Sylvia, baby,” he said very slowly, “Put it in for me.”
Frantically, she reached down for his soap-slickened penis and pulled it up between her legs. She spread her thighs and pointed the cock, like a Coca-Cola bottle, toward the opening of her vagina. She snaked her other arm around his waist and pulled him forward, guiding the magnificent hardened instrument toward her eagerly awaiting cuntal lips.
Her cunt opened and closed like a hungry sea anemone as she pushed forward with her pelvis. His prick sliced through the voracious lips, down and up, and rammed deep into the soft pulsating flesh of her belly.
“Ahhhhhhh,” she chanted, moving her body back and forth, feeling his cum-bloated scrotum swinging and teasing against her thighs. She reached down for his testicles and caressed them, as she wildly flaunted her pelvis sliding her cunt up and down on the throbbing rod of hardened male flesh sunk so deep up inside her. It all happened unbelievably fast. “Ahhh? Ahhhhhhhhh?? AH! Aieeeeee, I’m cumming… I’m cumming… Oh, God, I’m cumming,” she screamed. And then she was really in a frenzy with her pelvis slamming so hard against Shelton’s hip bones that it seemed certain something was about to break.
Tod’s eyes had widened in complete surprise. My God, she had reached an orgasm within twenty seconds of the time his cock was first shoved in. He hadn’t made one single thrust on his own part; she had done all the work. She swallowed with her mouth hung loosely open, and the sound of air panting in and out of her throat made almost an obscene noise of satisfied passion.
Sylvia stood there, trembling uncontrollably, as the orgasm drained away her strength. She was forced to lean against Shelton, there was nothing left in her body. She was sure she had lost consciousness at the height of the climax for she had slumped, and the movement had caused his hard rigid instrument to slip out of her vagina with a wet, plopping sound that could be heard even above the hiss of the shower water and the deep gasps of her breathing.
She felt an almost uncontrollable desire to go to sleep. This in spite of her mind swarming with thoughts like a disturbed wasps’ nest. She knew what had happened; she had reached a powerful orgasm, and it had been just as if she had hooked into a high voltage line. She had been aroused for days and release, when it came, had been as sudden as a thunderbolt.
She closed her eyes and nodded. A moment later, Tod’s hands were on her shoulders, turning her around so the soap would wash off She was as obedient as a small sleepy child. Then there came the velvetlike softness of a wash cloth gently rubbing between her legs as it rinsed the soap suds from her still slightly pulsating cunt. She winced when the cloth as soft as it was… accidentally brushed against her clitoris. The organ was overly sensitive now; any touch there was painful for the moment. Then the hissing hot water was turned off
Tod began toweling her dry, treating her as if she were an infant being dried after a bath. The roughness of the towel began bringing a new life to her body; it felt, she decided, very, very sensual. Warm, comfortable, and for the moment satisfied, she permitted him to do anything he wanted. She even stood on tiptoe to help, when he rubbed the towel between the cheeks of her ass. She was all too aware that he still had his mammoth erection, and dully she wondered if he wanted to be “relieved”.
Tod wadded up the towel and threw it into the corner of the shower. Then, without saying a word, he picked up Sylvia and carried her out of the stall, through the bathroom, and to the king-sized bed. He carried her as effortlessly as a rag doll. Feeling like a little girl, which she knew was pretty ridiculous considering her Amazon-like body, Sylvia put her head against his hairy chest. She closed her eyes and gave herself to the sensation of his erect cock rubbing across her buttocks with each step he took.
He put her in the center of the bed and stood looking down at her. She still had her eyes closed, and her lovely full breasts rose and fell like the surge of the sea with each breath. It was incredible, simply incredible, he thought. All this mine… for now. Once again, he wondered about her. She didn’t seem the “hair trigger” type, yet that first evening when they had taken the photographs, she had cum almost immediately… and had continued to reach orgasm after orgasm, each one building on the other. And in the shower? She had been there within seconds after he had pushed his prick between her warm welcoming thighs. Yet? During her moments of delight, she had implied she had never been able to do anything with her husband, and that her husband Bruce thought her “frigid”. Tod couldn’t understand it at all! The photographs had shown that Bruce was well-versed in the art of turning on a woman, so what was the score?
On the bed, Sylvia’s eyes blinked open. She felt a great wave of tenderness well up within her as she gazed at the detective. It was something she had never felt before about any man. Those broad shoulders, that craggy handsome face, the furlike hair on his chest… and that beautiful, beautiful penis.
She wanted that penis. She wanted to kiss it to pay homage to it. Never before had she desired the taste of one, but then never before had one brought her such sweet rapture. Still lying on her back, she bent her knees and used the balls of her feet and shoulders to scooch over so that the prick was directly above her pouting mouth; it hung above her like a hardened sword of Damocles. She was amazed at her own boldness, and her words sounded alien… almost unintelligible to her… when she said, “Mister Shelton, I want to kiss your penis.”
His laugh rumbled out, “I’d love to have you do just that. But don’t you think it’s time to dispense with the formalities. My friends call me Tod.”
Sylvia suddenly giggled. It was funny. But then she stopped giggling when the “sword” dipped toward her lips. She reached up and caressed it, feeling every powerful ridge beneath the taut skin. Her eyes feasted hungrily upon it; she was beginning to understand many things. This, she thought, was the real staff of life. Her eyes were hazy “smoky”, coming from the fires that were being kindled within her and the huge throbbing god’s head was already oozing love from the eye of the glans.
She licked her lips in anticipation, then cupped the bloated sac of sperm as though she were evaluating it. Her lips kissed the underside of the moist head, and Shelton quivered like a powerful stallion at bay. Then her tongue lashed out, making maddening circles around the entire head of the cock. Her own body reacted. It trembled with a suppressed power. Sighing with pleasure, she opened her mouth wide and accepted the cock. She began to suck on it, gentle little milking motions that came from an instinctive knowledge older than time itself She thrilled to the residual taste of soap, his love secretions, and still another taste. “Could it be,” she asked herself, “the taste of my own vagina?” And feeling as though she were somehow completing a circle of life, she took his cock within the soft, wet folds of her cheeks.