“Gaaaaagggh… ohhhhhhh,” she groaned. “Stop!” His only answer was to make his tongue flicker like summer lightning across her clitoris. He began moving his finger in and out of the squirming rectum.
Sylvia knew she had gone insane… there was nothing rational about what she was doing. Nothing so perverted, or so lewd as this had ever happened in her entire life. Bruce had wanted to make love to her this way in the beginning, but she had refused knowing how dirty it was. She had been horribly disappointed and a little frightened, when Bruce had suggested it a second and a third time. And the third time she had screamed at him that he should see a psychiatrist, for it was obvious he was sick to want to do something as perverted as that to her. And now, she was letting a perfect stranger do this to her body. She knew her expression must be the same as that on her husband’s new secretary’s face; lustful, perverse, demented!… And she didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore except that delicious tongue bringing her to what she knew was going to be unsuspected peaks of climax; his tongue was a passport to a land of wild uninhibited passion and pleasure never before entered by her body.
She was only vaguely aware when Shelton, without removing his mouth, drew her legs up and around his neck. Sylvia’s buttocks spasmed beneath his touch, and she cried out deliriously when a second finger joined the first in her rectum. When they were pulled out, she groaned in disappointment until, abruptly, she felt his tongue leave her vagina and seek out the now slightly stretched little cavern. She actually screamed in rapture as his tongue flickered sensuously against the anal lips and then pushed its way in. The hedonistic pleasure was like a runaway forest fire; she could feel it roaring up the canyons until suddenly, without warning, it crowned in one raging inferno of lust.
“Don’t… do… that…” she cried, giving lie to her words by spreading her legs further apart and lifting her loins so he could get in deeper. The sound of her own voice brought tears to her eyes, for she realized that this was total degradation. For the first time in her life she had lost control of her traitorous body. Oh, God, she’d have orgasms sometimes… from her husband, but even they had been controlled. Nothing though… nothing ever… like this wildly plunging tongue that aroused her to the point of complete subservience. And finally, she fell back no longer fighting anything he did to her… made completely helpless by her own lust-incited body.
Shelton changed tactics as he suddenly felt the fight go out of her. He began licking again… knowing, even if she didn’t… that her clutching and clenching pussy was getting close to a gigantic orgasm. He licked on and on… moving from clitoris to anus… deliberately touching at every spot where he knew there was a nerve ending.
Sylvia lay there feeling pleasure wash over her like a warm roaring tide, and her woman’s body began crying out for fulfillment. She wondered if it were possible to reach a climax this way, she presumed so, for reportedly this was the way lesbians brought pleasure to each other at times. She was barely conscious of her wildly squirming hips that swiveled as though on ball bearings, grinding her hungrily clasping vagina harder and harder up into his eager face.
And then she felt it. She knew it was coming… that the gate to the wild, untamed land so long denied her were swinging open. She had no idea what it would be like in that other country; she merely waited as the sight unfolded. Now, with Shelton’s fevered mouth clamped on her tingling clitoris, she began experiencing the first flush of the overpowering climax. Her vaginal walls began automatically squeezing, her cervix dipped and rose in time to music only it could hear, her clitoris shorted out in a blaze of her fiery sparks, and her rectum clenched and unclenched so rapidly that it could have sucked up water like a vacuum. Loud mewls of pleasure broke out of her taut lips, and her breasts reddened, mottled, then turned almost magenta as the straining blood pumped into them. Her abdomen whipped back and forth like an insane pile driver, and her hands reached down viciously to shove his face, nose, tongue, teeth, eyebrows, head and all… deep inside her voraciously churning loins.
She was there! She was there! “Ahhhhh? Aaahhhhhhh. Ohhhhh… Aiiiiieeeeeeeee, I’m cumming… I’m cummm… eeee iiinnng!” And then she was jerking helplessly against his face, her body pumping up and down in wild and uncontrolled abandon as the cataclysmic orgasm ripped like a powerful earthquake through her entire being. She was only vaguely aware of his hands groping and reaching and teasing her breasts and clitoris and rectum while his tongue continued its machinations at the desperately throbbing entrance to her very soul.
Half an eternity later, with the orgasm fading away like a reluctant sunset, Sylvia became aware that the loud rasping noise she was hearing was actually her own breath whistling and hissing through her constricted throat. Through heavy lidded eyes, she looked up at the man who had brought her to his point. Her heart was pounding so heavily that she felt surely the bed must be quaking. Sylvia stared at him and his figure became dimmed and misty; she was weeping and she didn’t know why… didn’t know whether it was from the overpowering shame she felt… or from the equally overpowering, but beautiful aftermath of passion.
His face had a strange expression on it… almost expectant. as though he were a conductor who had just completed the overture to a symphony and checks the orchestra before beginning the first movement. Her eyes trailed from his face down to his powerful hairy chest and flat muscular stomach to finally come to rest on the mammoth penis that throbbed and beat with a life of its own. Shelton glanced at her, and seeing that she was watching him, he slowly pulled back the foreskin so that the one cyclopean eye of the hardened instrument could peer out at her. He stroked it teasingly and she saw it grow even larger. Sylvia knew she should say something now… put an end to this before it became even more shameful. Yet, even as the thought went through her mind, she could feel a strange wanton desire begin building up in her loins. The sight of that beautiful male organ was doing something to her. She blushed as she realized she actually wanted to kiss it, to enclose its throbbing head within her lips.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Shelton said gruffly.
And she heard her desperate, almost hysterical voice say, “Don’t be a fool, Mister Shelton. Remember, you’re here to do as I say. I don’t want a repetition of that disgraceful scene again. Just take your photographs.”
Shelton smiled at the audacity of the woman. How could she say such a thing, lying there with her orgasmic juices bubbling like fermenting champagne and her vulva pulsating as it cried out for more. Well, he’d show her… oh, yes! And starting right now. He got up from the bed.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“I’m rearranging the camera for the next series of shots.” He moved the camera until it was focused midway on the bed. Then he turned to her, “Scoot up.”
Sylvia paused, trying to summon up enough energy and will to resist him… to call off this entire stupid project. But then she realized he had already taken half a dozen photographs, so the project might as well be completed. “All right,” she said, moving up until she was directly in the middle of the bed, “but I want one thing understood. You are going to insert your penis; you are going to take a picture immediately… and then you are going to withdraw. This is for photographic purposes only. Is that understood?”
The detective once again was forced to suppress a grin. “Yes, Mrs. Akron, I will do anything you say.”
Sylvia watched as he bent down behind the camera and adjusted it to his satisfaction. Then he stood upright and came over to the bed. She could not take her eyes off that mammoth penis; it was so huge! She had never seen one this big before; but then, of course, she had only seen a few in her lifetime anyway… and only one had ever been inside her… her husband’s.