Tod’s hands dropped to Sylvia’s hair and pulled her even closer to him. She had begun running her tongue along the underside of his cock, and the sensations were causing great thunderheads to build up in his belly. “Suck it,” he panted, “suck it, Sylvia.” He lifted his right leg from the floor and, without pulling away from her, placed his knee on the pillow alongside her head. A second later, he was straddling her breasts and kneeling above her face. He began jerking his loins forward at her beauty in the motion of fucking.
Sylvia cupped his buttocks in the palms of her hands. She liked him in this position, it gave her a masochistic pleasure to know that she was almost incapable of moving her head in any direction now except up and down on that vibrant wonderful penis. She slavered up and down, instinct telling her to use her tongue and teeth against the head.
Shelton slowly moved his pelvis back and forth so that her lips, like the voracious lips of a hot, hairless vagina… slid along the trunk. God, he thought in wonderment, nothing has ever felt this good before! She obviously was inexperienced in this type of thing, but the heat of her mouth and the way she used her tongue was absolutely fantastic. He’d had blow jobs before from a woman; his first wife had been a master at it, and with her he hadn’t cared enough to want to know where she had learned the art or who had taught her. With his wife, the act had been a grotesque parody of sexual intercourse. With Sylvia, though, it was something else, something of a greater dimension. He knew he was going to cum soon, already his boiling cauldron of semen was beginning to seek avenues of escape. He put both hands on his hips and straightened his shoulders so he could look straight down at her as he sawed in and out of her mouth. Her pink lips contrasted with the blood infused shaft which pumped into her. Her mouth was so tight around the cock that the flesh of her lips were pulled out like the hot opening of a volcanic crater each time he made a withdrawal.
Sylvia, lost in a frenzy of delight, was only vaguely aware of his saying; “Better stop, or I’m going to cum.” She merely sucked harder. She wanted to taste his sperm; she wanted the boiling eruption in her mouth. Yet…? What would he think about her? Reluctantly, she unfastened her lips from around his desire-throbbing cock. When she looked up at him, Tod seemed twenty feet tall… staring down at her as though his head were somewhere near the ceiling. He was breathing rapidly, and she could see his stomach muscles quivering as he fought for control. She swallowed and forced herself to say, “Do you want to cum in my mouth?”
Tod fought a battle within himself Yes, he wanted to cum in that wonderful mouth, but… at the same time… he wanted to fuck her. Maybe, if she were willing later tonight, they’d get around to other ways. Right now, though, there was one thing he wanted more than any other.
“I want to fuck you,” he said firmly. “Fuck you between the legs!”
“Oh, my darling. Yes! Then do it now.” Sylvia was amazed that the term of endearment coming from her lips. She abruptly realized there was an unfulfilled feeling down in her pulsating vagina; that feeling rapidly swept away all other desire. She wanted him inside her; she wanted him to be a part of her, to be a part of him. Joined in fucking. “Now… do it now. Fuck me, Tod.” she repeated, and opened her legs wide to receive him.
Tod put his hands beneath her knees and pushed them back until they were against the pillow. Her tight defenseless pussy was revealed beneath him; the outer lips a darker than normal color from her intense excitement, the inner lips pumping out a viscous lubricant, and the large red clitoris engorged with blood and ready.
Tod put the head of his throbbing prick against the hot moistened lips of her vulva. He pushed forward, and the head parted the still wet curls of pubic hair and slipped easily down through the two sets of sensitive cuntal lips.
“OOOOhhhh,” she crooned, and her eyelids flickered in rapture.
“You like that?” he asked, not really needing assurance, but wanting to hear her say it.
“Oh, God!… yes, it’s beautiful.”
Tod pushed in a bit further; he knew he had to take this in easy stages for the position was one which would permit him to go at least two inches deeper into her. Too rapid an entry would result in pain or injury. When he had gotten about three inches inside her, he began slow withdrawal movements coupled with tiny, controlled jerking of his prick. He felt a responding twitch from her vaginal walls.
“Ahhhh…” she panted, and tried to rock back and forth on the hardness hanging down between her legs.
Sylvia could feel his scrotum tingling against her naked, uplifted buttocks and she reached down and around to fondle his balls with fevered joyousness. Tod had begun moving in and out and she was sure she had taken all he had, not realizing that he was less than five inches into her. She could feel the head of his maledom pressing against the cervix, knocking at the door to her womb. The shaft, like hot hard iron and soft feathers rubbed the inside of her vagina.
“Oooooohhhhh,” she wailed, for now he was going even deeper. “You’re hurting…” she began, but then she felt his pubic hair tickling against the backs of her thighs and knew that he was in as far as he could go. Joyously, she realized she had taken all of him; they were a perfect fit. Now his movements became masterful, she could feel him in complete command of the situation, and so she lay there, grinding her full rounded buttocks around in tiny teasing circles, as he pounded in and out of her body.
Her entire belly was afire as her mind screamed out its insane delight. Nothing had ever been so wonderful, so wild, so free. She knew she had become a woman. She was really being fucked and she was responding as a woman… a hot, tempestuous woman, full of fire for the man she loved. And it was tribute to Shelton’s fucking ability that she didn’t even wonder about her use of the alien phrase, “the man she loved”.
Tod was aware that she was approaching another explosive orgasm. Her body was fighting him down there; it was as if he had hooked into a mighty game fish that was attempting to dislodge the hook. Her pelvis jerked and revolved madly, but there wasn’t much she could do because of the position. It was then Tod decided to hold back his own climax and see just how much he could do for her.
He clamped down on his sphincter muscles and began pounding into her with a demonic fury, screwing his cock even harder and deeper into her cunt until it seemed her battered cervix would be dislodged. Her hot passageways screamed for more, and the interior muscles of her vagina clasped his shaft like the hungry tentacles of a starving octopus. Her asshole clenched and unclenched as it seemingly sought to bite and capture his balls as they slapped down in a ceaseless drumbeat of lust against her upturned buttocks.
Sylvia tossed her head from side to side, her mouth open laxly, and her eyes focused in disbelief at her own knees rocking above her head. “Ohhh… ohhhh… “she said, with each shove of his cock into her. It was a chant, a liturgy of love, a song whose tempo speeded up as she felt her body taking over. “Ohhh… oohhhh… ohhhhh… Ahhhh?”
Suddenly Sylvia punched her pelvis up with almost superhuman strength, and her legs splayed out until it seemed as if she were splitting herself right down the middle. The scream of delight bubbled out of her mouth, “I’m cumming… Ohhh… AHHIHIFIITT… Aaaaaiiieeee… I’m cummmmmmm… ing, darling!” She groveled beneath him, and her fingernails dug long bloody furrows down his back. Then she fell lifeless against the mattress.