Kelly stood before him now, trembling slightly still, in her little white brassiere, her little white panties. An electric current seemed to flow from one to the other, making them both glow with a heightened sensuality. And then John moved closer to her again, running his hands lightly along her soft white throat, down over her lovely shoulders, teasing quickly, expertly at her throbbing breasts still encased in the little white bra.
Once again his hands moved behind her and now he fumbled momentarily with the hooks that fastened the bit of lace and elastic.
Suddenly they gave, and her lovely breasts were freed from all constriction.
With a quick deft movement, he pulled the small brassiere completely away from her body and let that fall to the floor too, on top of Kelly's dress. In a sudden moment of girlish modesty, she covered her throbbing breasts with her hands and a faint flush suffused her cheeks. And then, as quickly and easily as he had removed her brassiere, John pushed them away so that her breasts were fully exposed to him in all their lush ripeness.
He flicked his head forward then to fasten his mouth over one small quivering nipple bud, swirling his tongue delicately around it, laying it into a taut little erection. Kelly tensed at the first contact, then relaxed, sighing happily. He began to suck on the quivering tip now while Kelly, quickly becoming accustomed to this new excitement, moaned ecstatically.
Little flickers of fire seemed to sputter up and down her spine, spreading through her limbs again. They seemed to go weak as she responded to the now maddening tongue laying, and when John's hands caressed her body urgently, his fingers like small flames trailing across her skin to leave burning embers in their wake, she made no effort to resist.
With her eyes closed, she floated off into a world of pleasure she had never known before. A fleeting memory came back to her of the terrible night when Tom had forced her to perform the shocking perversion with him, when he had sunk the bloated rod of his penis deep into her mouth and made her suck on it until he came. But John, she, was certain, would never hurt her in that way. He would be "considerate", she thought again. Then, she realized now that he had slipped his hands beneath the elastic waistband of her little white panties, that his fingers were gently stroking the white flesh of her soft-skinned belly.
Once again she shuddered with sheer delight while little fingers of joy touched her as gently as little cat feet, and then there was a delirious moment when his fingers slipped down to the tiny vee of golden pubic hair between her thighs, then on to run the length of the hair-lined slit there, pausing for the briefest of moments to tease at the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending new and even more ecstatic waves of pleasure through her!
She was still in a state of stunned euphoria when he slipped the panties down over her thighs, then helped her to step out of them. And then he led her across the room to one of the beds. As quickly as he had undressed her, as skillfully, he had pulled back the bedspread and turned down the covers. And then he eased Kelly onto the linen sheet that covered the mattress.
As she lay there, her eyes still closed, there was a soft and strange sound in the room. When her eyes fluttered open she saw that John was
undressing hurriedly, unbuckling his belt, pulling off his trousers, his undershirt, his shorts. And then she saw that his huge cock was erect, throbbing, ready. She moaned slightly, then closed her eyes again and lay still, waiting.
She felt the slight shift of the bed, the almost imperceptible groaning of the springs as John settled himself on it, above the young woman's nakedly palpitating body. He thrust his head forward and whispered, "Spread your legs, Kelly. I want to see you."
A shudder of forbidden joy spread through her and she did as she was told. She waited again, waited for the moment when his huge lust-swollen cock would brush against the soft curly hair of her yearning pussy.
And then she opened her eyes and saw that his head had dropped forward and now his tongue flicked out to probe hotly at the quivering pink lips of her vagina.
Another sudden shudder swept through her, but it was of horror now-sheer horror at the idea that John Whitmore could demand that she submit to him in this way. Oh, God! It was almost as bad as what Tom had demanded of her the other night, and for a moment she was afraid that she would burst into tears, weeping uncontrollably. She bit her lips, holding back her sobs, then ground her hips deep into the mattress, trying desperately to escape his sinuously worming tongue. Oh, dear God! She had never expected anything like this! From Tom, yes. But not from John Whitmore!
Once again a repressed sob shook her body as the handsome man's snaking tongue licked lewdly at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, then moved upward to lap at the tiny bud of her clitoris. Oh, God, Kelly thought, on the verge now of hysteria. This couldn't be possible! It just couldn't be! What was he doing to her? But the lewd licking of her pulsating cunt went on and then John's tongue sank deep up into her moist cuntal passage.
In spite of her dismay little showers of excitement like bursting fireworks exploded in her blood, making her moan with involuntary pleasure. Oh, no, she thought! This was wrong! This was wicked!
John's perverted act was as evil as anything Tom had ever done to her and yet she knew-to her everlasting disgrace-that she was beginning to enjoy it, to respond to the thrilling tongue fucking to which she was being subjected!
She closed her eyes again and a salty tear slid down her cheek, and she brushed it away angrily with the back of her hand. "Stop, John," she suddenly begged him. And then she knew that was the last thing she wanted.
To her relief he went on, sinking his tongue deep up between the soft flesh lips of her moistly throbbing cunt while she continued to moan mindlessly. And then he slipped his hands under her quivering buttocks, cupping the soft skin then squeezing them in his palms while his tongue continued to lash out, slithering deep up between the wet and clasping walls of her vagina.
As Kelly relaxed beneath John's wild assault against her defenselessly quivering pussy, a sudden thought floated across the blankness of her mind like a single cloud across a soft blue sky. It was all right, everything was all right! This was John Whitmore hovering above her, flicking his tongue up against her throbbing clitoris, sending waves of unwanted pleasure breaking over her until she was almost submerged in them.
It was all right! Somehow nothing John could do could be depraved or vile. Never! Now little mewls of pleasure escaped unbidden from her lips to encourage him, to spur on his lashing tongue. Her body was wracked with a new and wondrous delight, one she had never dreamed possible, as he continued to suck hotly at her pussy.
Her throbbing cunt was drenched now with the warm moisture that seeped down onto her open thighs and dampened her soft pubic hair. She tensed her body, holding it taut, immobile for a long moment. And then, with a wild cry of pleasure, she began to move beneath John's punishing tongue, thrusting her hips up, twisting her loins, sinking back deep into the mattress.
Hovering above her, his head burrowing deep between Kelly's thighs, John Whitmore had a sudden sense of power over the lovely woman, a knowledge of his own personal triumph. To give erotic pleasure to his wife was common place-and he had an uneasy knowledge that he was only one of many who had, one of many who still would. But Kelly was an exclusive as far as he was concerned, like a custom-tailored suit, whereas Penny was merely one off the rack!
John grinned inwardly at the mental image and renewed his efforts, urged on by Kelly's whimpers and muffled cries. Jesus! He was bringing this statue to life, turning her from marble into a creature of quivering flesh and burning blood. And she in turn was sending him off on an ego trip, the likes of which he had never known!