Tod found his thoughts in complete disarray, but that did not stop him from shoving his tongue into her open mouth. Her tongue met his, and teased and cajoled it until he was pushing it in and out of her mouth as though it were a little red throbbing cock. They dueled this way for almost a minute, the water streaming down both of their faces.
Sylvia was the first to break contact; when she pulled away her breath was coming in short, puppy dog-like pants. She looked at her hand gripping his monstrous maledom, and then pushed down on it so the head of the penis was touching the upper entrance to her vaginal slit. He moved forward just a tiny bit, and she felt the head slid against her dampened pubic hair and soap-lubricated clitoris. She groaned as a shower of heated sparks shot through the region of naked genitals.
“Life is just full of surprises,” Tod said, French-kissing her again. He hadn’t been sure the girl would really consent to sexual intercourse with him. How wrong can one guy be, he thought. Christ, she’s practically raping me, but I’ll go along peacefully.
Shelton felt the wild elation growing in him as Sylvia began sliding the hair-covered softness of her vagina along the top of his cock. She was tall enough that he could take her this way without undue strain on his leg muscles. She was obviously ready; he could put it in right now if he wanted. Her eyes were closed as her breath rasped out hoarsely. She did something with her pelvis and inner thighs which caused the cuntal lips to lock like a hot fleshy vise over the cock; she held it that way as she began moving back and forth again. It was almost as if he were deep inside her.
Amazed, Tod began running his hands up and down her soapy buttocks. He slipped his middle finger down into the soft, yielding crevice and nudged her anal ring. She jumped and her eyes fluttered open.
The sensation of his finger against her rectum had startled Sylvia. It had actually shot a nefarious jolt of pleasure through her; never before had she realized she was sexually sensitive there. Now Shelton was doing other things with those capable hands of his; they were all over her, kneading her breasts as though they were bread dough, tweaking the nipples, stroking her abdomen in time to her own body movements. She was afire down there. She wanted him inside her. She said it, and the obscene words spilling out of her lips caused a certain amazement to register in her mind. “Fuck me, please do, Tod…” she crooned. It wasn’t so much a command as it was a plea.
His balls throbbed, and the blood had long since been pounding hotly through the veins in his rigid cock. He wanted her now… and yet? He also wanted it to be absolutely right. It was important that it be right the first time she came willingly to him.
He pulled his penis from between her tightly clenched thighs. “What’s wrong?” she asked whimperingly.
“Nothing. Let’s not hurry it, though.”
“I want you now.” She reached for his cock and enclosed it again in her fist. She began yanking on it in short impatient motions.
Tod said nothing. He merely reached behind him and got the soap from the soap tray. He used the palms of both hands to raise a lather. The hot scented soap was almost an aphrodisiac in itself
Sylvia didn’t protest when he began to lather up her breasts; she watched the white bubbly river run down across her navel and disappear down into her drenched pubic hair. Tod now was lathering up her abdomen and hips; his hands were gentle, and the electrifying sensations arched through her belly. Then he was using two fingers and the palm of his hand to soap up her vagina. She closed her eyes and moaned; her legs becoming so weak that she felt they couldn’t support her any longer. Tod kneeled in front of her and used both hands to bring a white lather to her thighs and legs. He ran his hands up and down her lower extremities as though he were stroking a giant’s cock. She screwed her pelvis toward him, wanting to feel his lips against her femaledom, but he avoided it… then began working his way up her backside.
A part of Tod’s mind stood off watching him operate. It was obvious the girl was just about to go out of her mind with lust. He knew that the upper torsos of some women became mottled, almost as if they were just getting over a bad case of measles, when they are within seconds of a climax. Anytime this mottling occurs on a woman, an orgasm is almost inevitable… no matter what the man does or doesn’t do. And Sylvia was that color now.
Quickly then, he lathered up his cock and used his soapy hands on her abdomen. His fingertips brushed across the wet, curling strands of the soft nest of fleece between her legs. He didn’t pause there; his hand slid down ever further, middle finger extended, until he parted the soft wet strands of pubic hair, touched and began caressing her cuntal slit.
Sylvia’s body almost jackknifed with the maddening contact of his finger sliding through the already fevered area. She began to moan in wild, inarticulate phrases, and her inner thighs tried to trap that hand that beautiful hand and keep it captive. Now a second finger was making a lovely intrusion; the middle finger toyed with the clitoris… both fingers moving in unison.
She had to have it… now! She was close… She wanted to feel that powerful maledom inside her. She could no longer be patient. “Please?” It was a craven croak of desire spilling out of her throat.
Shelton, watching her and listening to her, revelled in the feel of her nubile pussy and the vibrating arousal of her goddess-like body. God, he thought, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She really wants it; she’s so fired up that she’s about to explode.
“Sylvia, baby,” he said very slowly, “Put it in for me.”
Frantically, she reached down for his soap-slickened penis and pulled it up between her legs. She spread her thighs and pointed the cock, like a Coca-Cola bottle, toward the opening of her vagina. She snaked her other arm around his waist and pulled him forward, guiding the magnificent hardened instrument toward her eagerly awaiting cuntal lips.
Her cunt opened and closed like a hungry sea anemone as she pushed forward with her pelvis. His prick sliced through the voracious lips, down and up, and rammed deep into the soft pulsating flesh of her belly.
“Ahhhhhhh,” she chanted, moving her body back and forth, feeling his cum-bloated scrotum swinging and teasing against her thighs. She reached down for his testicles and caressed them, as she wildly flaunted her pelvis sliding her cunt up and down on the throbbing rod of hardened male flesh sunk so deep up inside her. It all happened unbelievably fast. “Ahhh? Ahhhhhhhhh?? AH! Aieeeeee, I’m cumming… I’m cumming… Oh, God, I’m cumming,” she screamed. And then she was really in a frenzy with her pelvis slamming so hard against Shelton’s hip bones that it seemed certain something was about to break.
Tod’s eyes had widened in complete surprise. My God, she had reached an orgasm within twenty seconds of the time his cock was first shoved in. He hadn’t made one single thrust on his own part; she had done all the work. She swallowed with her mouth hung loosely open, and the sound of air panting in and out of her throat made almost an obscene noise of satisfied passion.
Sylvia stood there, trembling uncontrollably, as the orgasm drained away her strength. She was forced to lean against Shelton, there was nothing left in her body. She was sure she had lost consciousness at the height of the climax for she had slumped, and the movement had caused his hard rigid instrument to slip out of her vagina with a wet, plopping sound that could be heard even above the hiss of the shower water and the deep gasps of her breathing.
She felt an almost uncontrollable desire to go to sleep. This in spite of her mind swarming with thoughts like a disturbed wasps’ nest. She knew what had happened; she had reached a powerful orgasm, and it had been just as if she had hooked into a high voltage line. She had been aroused for days and release, when it came, had been as sudden as a thunderbolt.