Shelton felt the soft satin against his knees as he crawled across the bed toward the waiting figure of the woman. Then his hands were pulling her long, lithe legs apart. Her naked cunt slowly came into view again as though the curtains were parting on a theatrical production. Once again he wanted to plunge his face into the still quivering mass of nerves, but he knew that probably would cause her to rebel.
He tried to keep the excitement out of his voice when he said, “I don’t know which will make the best photograph, so we’d better try three or four positions. That way at least one definitely will be good.” He noted that she blushed in embarrassment, and for a moment he thought she was going to protest. But she kept her mouth shut. The heat in Shelton’s groin would have done justice to a rocket engine. He felt as though he were about to explode, and he hadn’t even put his cock inside her yet. He wasn’t too worried; control had never been something he lacked. He could fuck her all night and not cum until he wanted to. And he might just do that… fuck her until she was a whimpering, broken, completely subjugated mass of flesh.
He felt the woman shudder as his hands slipped along her thighs. Then, using the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, he parted the vulva. The glowing entrance to the smooth fleshy tunnel immediately came into sight. There, at the top of the vaginal split, stood the clitoris like a guard tower over a sleeping city. And there, at the bottom, ran a silver river of her own orgasm and his earlier saliva. Slowly, he stuck the middle finger of his right hand into the gently pulsating opening.
Sylvia jumped. “Stop that,” she ordered.
“Look,” he said quietly, as though he were explaining something to a backward child, “I don’t want to hurt you. I have to prepare you first before I can get inside of you for the photograph.”
Her only answer was to close her eyes. Teasingly, he moved his finger in and out. Christ, he thought in surprise, she had a tight little cunt for a broad her size. Her husband must not use it very often… and, of course, the detective had no way of knowing that it hadn’t been used in three months, and prior to that, only once or twice a month for the past seven years. The tempo speeded up as his finger began sliding in deeper and more rapidly. She winced when he wormed in a second finger, but she was so well lubricated that her vagina easily accommodated it. Shelton was hypnotized by the sight of his finger moving in and out of the soft, hair-fringed lips. He was so taken by the sensation that it was a moment or two before he realized he was getting some reaction from the snooty little cunt. He felt one muscle twitch in there against his fingers, and saw the smooth, white cheeks of her buttocks flex.
She was ready. Quickly then, before she could change her mind, he lifted and draped her knees up across his shoulders and dropped between her open thighs. His savage throbbing cock was eager to begin the invasion of this promised land. His breath was coming hoarsely now, and he knew he could not deny his prick its well-earned reward any longer. Then he pressed forward. The head of his cock touched the wet, fevered cuntal lips. She moaned. He let it stay there for a moment, savoring the feeling of her soft resilient pubic hair against his glans. He pressed in, and felt the hardened rod of flesh slowly slip in about an inch.
“Oh, you’re hurting me,” she groaned. “Hurry up and take the photograph.”
“I’m not in all the way yet.”
“Then hurry up,” she commanded, closing her eyes in mortification and pain.
“As you say, ma’am.” Shelton grinned savagely, then he grunted and with one smooth stroke shoved it all the way in.
“Agggggggagggh,” she screamed, and the sound of her agony caused birds outside the house to fly away in terror. She was being split apart… torn asunder like a recalcitrant slave put between two draft horses. Her fingernails dug against his hirsute chest and her legs splayed out wide in an effort to alleviate the horrible pain. But it was to no avail. Down, down, down the white inexorable drill moved into her defensively contracting belly. “No… stop! You’re killing meeeeeeee…” And then Sylvia felt his penis slam against her cervix and his testicles slap hard against her defenseless, upturned rectum. He was all the way into her; deeper by at least three inches than anyone had ever been into her before. Her body was a sheet of red agonizing flame… a flame that surged and swept upward like a fire storm with each pulsating beat of her vagina. Her breath was coming so hoarsely that she actually had to force words from her pain contorted lips. “Don’t move it. Please.” And then the tears began flowing… tears of pain, and shame.
Shelton knew he had let his emotions get the better of him. That one savage plunge into her helpless body was something he had not planned to do. He had wanted to take it easy… by stages… and bring her to a mewling chant of desire where she would beg.
Beg… beg! He feared he had injured her; he knew he had hurt her. She was tight… so terribly tight for a woman her size. Once, a few years ago, he had had sexual intercourse with an eighteen year old virgin daughter of a client. Even that hadn’t been as tight as this cunt. He wanted now to kiss her tears away, to beg her forgiveness… but instinct warned him against this. He glanced down at his chest and saw the skin torn beneath the hair… two long furrows left by her desperately digging fingernails. Odd, he thought, it hadn’t hurt a bit. He glanced even further down and saw his black pubic hair tangled with the golden strands down between her widespread thighs. That was a mistake, for he felt his penis twitch uncontrollably.
“No… don’t,” she begged.
He remained still for a moment, but when he felt her smooth trembling legs against his bare shoulders he consciously made his prick twitch again.
“No… you’re hurting me,” she complained. Then, sobbing, she asked, “Haven’t you taken the photographs yet?”
“I can’t without moving you around a bit,” he lied.
Sylvia, feeling the cruel impalement between her thighs, wanted desperately to have him take it out, but she was afraid withdrawal would be just as excruciating as the fiery entry had been. She had never before in her life been so filled up there. It seemed as if her stomach was being stretched upward and outward from his instrument of maledom. As for the vagina itself, she knew beyond a doubt that it had ripped and was bleeding… she could even feel what must be blood trickling down the crevice between her buttocks. Had she looked, however, she would have realized as did Shelton… that the viscous fluid came solely from the tortured walls of her vagina pouring out lubricant… a defensive lubricant that would permit the sheath to accommodate the sword.
Sylvia took a deep shuddering breath, and Shelton felt her abdominal muscles involuntarily pull upward with the expulsion of her breath. Her cervix dipped in reaction and scraped across the throbbing head of his cock. He twitched. She moaned again. Then, miraculously, Shelton felt the vaginal lips themselves… clasped tight like elastic around the end of the penis… move slightly.
Sylvia was not aware of her body responding automatically to the invasion. All she knew, for sure, was the pain seemed to be lessening a bit. She swallowed, and her muscles relaxed to permit passage of the saliva from mouth to stomach. With the relaxation of these muscles, other tissues and tendons in the area of the cervix crept forward. To Shelton it was as though an expert massage artist were at work down there on the head of his warmly surrounded prick. He twitched his cock, making it jerk upward