inside her. This time, the only reaction from her was a brief grimace which might have been pain… or something else. Now was the time, he thought. The bitch is ready for some real fucking, providing it’s done gently at first. “I’m going to move us around a little so I can get the photograph. All right?”
“Yes… sss” she replied almost inaudibly, and Shelton felt all her muscles suddenly tighten again as though she were attempting to protect herself from any feeling whatsoever.
“Relax,” he crooned. “Just relax. I won’t hurt you anymore.”
She sighed. “All… right. But please hurry with the camera. It still hurts.”
Very, very slowly, Shelton began pulling back a bit. Her vaginal lips clung like a tight rubber band to the trunk of his penis they seemed almost reluctant to let it leave. But Shelton had no thoughts of leaving. He flexed the cheeks of his buttocks which caused his cock to throb in the tight clinging passage. One flicker of pleasure crossed Sylvia’s face. It was a momentary thing, but enough to let him know he was on the right track. When he had pulled about three inches of his long desire-hardened penis out of her tightly clasping pussy, he stopped. Then, slowly again… very slowly… he pushed it in, feeling it slip like an underground gondola through the warm, closely surrounding walls of flesh.
Sylvia had felt him start to pull out and was surprised that there was no pain in the withdrawal. She felt his penis twitch and was surprised at the delight this one little motion brought her. She felt withdrawal stop and was surprised that one rebellious part of her mind was glad it wasn’t being pulled out after all. Then she felt him move in again to the deepest depths of her womb and was surprised how very pleasurable it was. She could feel every muscular ridge on the trunk of his probing male organ pressing out against the smooth velvety walls of her vagina.
Within moments, he was slowly and tantalizingly pumping in and out of her. “No… ugh… you mustn’t. Ugh… just the… photo… ugh… graphs…” she began, realizing that her pelvis was beginning to involuntarily elevate upward to meet him. God, her body was coming completely alive. She could suddenly feel everything, could feel the heat of his ears as she clasped her knees against his head, could feel her nakedly exposed rectum throbbing in what she feared was expectation, could feel her breasts crying out for attention.
Now Shelton began to rotate his hips, grinding his hardened penis deeper and deeper into her vagina. He was not the least bit surprised to find an answering rotation movement coming from her. He had known the girl was beginning to heat up… in another minute or two, she would be ready for almost anything. Patiently, he rocked above her, stroking into her with a long easy rhythm.
And then, in spite of her initial revulsion at being made love to by a stranger, Sylvia’s mouth was beginning to open and close with passion. She no longer cared about the photographs, there was nothing left but that long beautiful cock sawing into her as though she were a violin and it a bow… bringing with it a wild savage music she had never heard before. Gone were all thoughts of pride, or morals, of anything except the feeling… and a music older than Adam and Eve themselves.
Bruce, her husband, had never caused her to feel this way, and even as she thought about it she wondered if perhaps it hadn’t been partially her own fault. With the rapid departure of morals and pride, all her facades and inhibitions were falling away. She strained upward, heaving her abdomen in passion, and clasped her hands against his buttocks pulling this stranger deeper and deeper into her screaming body.
With considerable surprise and pleasure, Shelton suddenly felt her go wild beneath him. For a second, he thought she was cumming; then he realized that the cunt’s motor had just been put into gear… it had only been idling before. Smiling triumphantly, he moved up higher on her body and without breaking his rhythm began nibbling at her breast.
“Aahhhhhhh,” she moaned, feeling not only his hot lips on her nipple, but a new and even more wonderful sensation as his cock began really pressing against her clitoris. She dipped and revolved her pelvis, hard, hungrily keeping the clitoris in contact with his rigid driving pole of flesh.
Shelton, feeling the first vestiges of control leaving his body, began fucking into her with ever-increasing force. He lengthened the stroke, drawing his cock almost all the way out before slamming it home again. Faster, faster, faster, he worked. She met him each time. Her vaginal lips caressed it as it went in… sucked and massaged it as it came out. His scrotum was beginning to tighten… to swell, and he knew his time was coming close.
Sylvia’s body had begun rocking from side to side in addition to her frantic up and down movements. She was soaring rapidly toward a pinnacle. Her head tossed back and forth like a buoy in a stormy sea, and her breath whistled and rasped out of her in short cries of passion. My God, she thought, I’m about to cum again. Never… never before had anything felt as wonderful as this. This man had mouthed her cunt until she was helpless with desire; he had made her reach a climax the likes of which she had never experienced before. And now… and now! That gigantic throbbing godhead was causing her senses to leave her. His huge prick had filled her with insane pleasure, and it was peaking… she was peaking. She fought her own climax; she didn’t want it… because it would mean the end of it. He would leave her… he would pull it out of her. And she began weeping. She was nothing more than an adulteress… a common slut! “Oh, God!” she screamed.
Shelton wanted her to cum first; he wasn’t sure how close she was. Abruptly, he stopped.
“Whas… szzit wrong,” she panted. “Don’t stop now.”
Shelton felt her cunt pulling and sucking desperately at his hardened cock. For Pete’s sake, he thought, the hot crazy bitch was going to make him cum anyway… whether he moved or not! Quickly then, he withdrew his cock until only her thin, hair-lined vaginal lips covered the head.
“What? Why… are you… stopping?” she groaned, looking up at him with calf-like pleading eyes.
Shelton was fighting his own breath as well. He smiled, panting, “The photographs are taken.”
Sylvia blinked, as the perspiration ran off her forehead, across her eyebrows, and into her eyes. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The raging fires he had set in her loins had to be extinguished. No one could be that insensitive, that unfeeling. She didn’t care what she sounded like now… all she knew was that she had to have that life-giving instrument of maledom back in her. She was incomplete without it; she’d die, a screaming death, without it. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” she wept, knowing she was debasing herself even further by begging. “Please?”
Shelton felt the joy in his balls at the knowledge she was begging for it. Begging for him! For his cock! “Say what you want,” he ordered sternly.
“Do it to me.”
“Do what?” He was as unbending as his own prick.
“Fuck me,” she screamed. “Fuck me, please… fuck me, you bastard!” The sound of her own lewd expression caused the flames to leap even higher in her abdomen and she screamed again as she felt the cruel white submarine crash dive, sliding inexorably into the turbulent depths of her vaginal sea. “Ahhhhhhh, God…” she gasped, and the delight flowed over her in… an aurora borealis of pleasure. Her legs quivered on either side of his thick shoulders and she reached up for his head, French-kissing him, sucking his tongue as though she were sucking voraciously on a cock. The bliss was unbearable. He slammed mercilessly into her vagina, and with the perigee of each stroke she screamed from sheer lust and pleasure; screwing his tongue deep into her threat as though she wanted tongue and cock to meet midway in her body. She was close… coming, closer… closer.