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.
Tod slowed his pace to the point where he merely bobbed in and out of her like the soft surgings of the tide. He knew he could bring her on again by continuing this gentle movement, and so he bided his time. A slow movement in, gentle partial withdrawal, slow in, pull out… slow in… pull out.
From somewhere way out beyond the furthermost planet of her emotional solar system, Sylvia’s errant mind began returning to her body. The wild storm that had arced through the heavens of her nerves had moved on; now there was only the voluptuous, almost hypnotic, movement in and out of her cunt. Tod was aware of the returning sensations in her body. Knowing she would soon be cramped by her present position, he released her captive legs and pulled them down alongside his hips. She almost immediately lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his thighs. Her knees pressed in tightly against and partially around his buttocks.
She was groaning… not a sound of pain, but of guttural wonderment… and the sound spewed from her throat. Sylvia couldn’t believe what was happening to her; she had reached some beautifully high, wind-swept plateau… a land of pure sensation! She was cumming again! She reached up for his head and pulled his face down to her. She passionately kissed him, grinding her tongue into his mouth… and the she whispered, “I’m… cumming.”
This time her climax was different… just as powerful and strong, but more controlled. She found she could manage it bring it along play it and make it peak like a musical piece. But, only seconds later, she discovered that in reality his hot living shaft was the baton that he was conducting the symphony sensation and she was only a player following directions.
“Oooooh, God, Ooooooh, God! So wonderful… so gooooood!” she sang, feeling unwanted tears welling up in her eyes. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, and pulled his hairy chest down into the soft voluptuousness of her breasts. She discovered that pulling him down against her caused his prick to ride higher against her clitoris… and a wild wantonness was on her again. “I’m cumming… again…” she whimpered, and her body thrashed beneath his.
Tod knew that in spite of all his control he was nearing the end of his efforts. His balls had begun to throb painfully, and suppressed excitement had swollen his prick until his urethral opening was large enough to take a pencil.
“I’m cumming…” she screamed, for the second time in less than twenty seconds, and her body jerked and twisted as though she were in throes of a huge, uncontrolled epileptic seizure. Her face was contorted in lust, and her mouth opened and closed ceaselessly as her nostrils flared like an untamed wildly bucking animal’s.
It was time, Tod thought, and he plunged his long white cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm caverns beneath him. He let the sensations flow up the shaft where they spread out through the scrotum and overflowed into his belly.
Sylvia’s forehead, face, and shoulders glistened with the sheen of sweat. Her breasts felt as if they were balloons being pumped full of hot scented air, and her vagina and uterus felt as if they were being stuffed with electric eels, all throwing off electric charges… and wiggling deeper, ever deeper, into her innermost femaledom. She knew instinctively that each preceding orgasm had been like a higher step on a high diving board, that she had reached the top, and now there was a swan dive to be made into the warm waters of oblivion. There was nothing that could stop her from making the dive, and she knew that Tod was suddenly fucking her like a mad man as he sought to join her dive.
“Cum with me, Tod… cum…” she pleaded. “Cum with me in me…” She wanted him to make the dive with her; she was giving herself completely to him. No man had ever had this from her before. It was a gift. A gift. “Cum… my darling… please cum.