She closed her eyes and nodded. A moment later, Tod’s hands were on her shoulders, turning her around so the soap would wash off She was as obedient as a small sleepy child. Then there came the velvetlike softness of a wash cloth gently rubbing between her legs as it rinsed the soap suds from her still slightly pulsating cunt. She winced when the cloth as soft as it was… accidentally brushed against her clitoris. The organ was overly sensitive now; any touch there was painful for the moment. Then the hissing hot water was turned off
Tod began toweling her dry, treating her as if she were an infant being dried after a bath. The roughness of the towel began bringing a new life to her body; it felt, she decided, very, very sensual. Warm, comfortable, and for the moment satisfied, she permitted him to do anything he wanted. She even stood on tiptoe to help, when he rubbed the towel between the cheeks of her ass. She was all too aware that he still had his mammoth erection, and dully she wondered if he wanted to be “relieved”.
Tod wadded up the towel and threw it into the corner of the shower. Then, without saying a word, he picked up Sylvia and carried her out of the stall, through the bathroom, and to the king-sized bed. He carried her as effortlessly as a rag doll. Feeling like a little girl, which she knew was pretty ridiculous considering her Amazon-like body, Sylvia put her head against his hairy chest. She closed her eyes and gave herself to the sensation of his erect cock rubbing across her buttocks with each step he took.
He put her in the center of the bed and stood looking down at her. She still had her eyes closed, and her lovely full breasts rose and fell like the surge of the sea with each breath. It was incredible, simply incredible, he thought. All this mine… for now. Once again, he wondered about her. She didn’t seem the “hair trigger” type, yet that first evening when they had taken the photographs, she had cum almost immediately… and had continued to reach orgasm after orgasm, each one building on the other. And in the shower? She had been there within seconds after he had pushed his prick between her warm welcoming thighs. Yet? During her moments of delight, she had implied she had never been able to do anything with her husband, and that her husband Bruce thought her “frigid”. Tod couldn’t understand it at all! The photographs had shown that Bruce was well-versed in the art of turning on a woman, so what was the score?
On the bed, Sylvia’s eyes blinked open. She felt a great wave of tenderness well up within her as she gazed at the detective. It was something she had never felt before about any man. Those broad shoulders, that craggy handsome face, the furlike hair on his chest… and that beautiful, beautiful penis.
She wanted that penis. She wanted to kiss it to pay homage to it. Never before had she desired the taste of one, but then never before had one brought her such sweet rapture. Still lying on her back, she bent her knees and used the balls of her feet and shoulders to scooch over so that the prick was directly above her pouting mouth; it hung above her like a hardened sword of Damocles. She was amazed at her own boldness, and her words sounded alien… almost unintelligible to her… when she said, “Mister Shelton, I want to kiss your penis.”
His laugh rumbled out, “I’d love to have you do just that. But don’t you think it’s time to dispense with the formalities. My friends call me Tod.”
Sylvia suddenly giggled. It was funny. But then she stopped giggling when the “sword” dipped toward her lips. She reached up and caressed it, feeling every powerful ridge beneath the taut skin. Her eyes feasted hungrily upon it; she was beginning to understand many things. This, she thought, was the real staff of life. Her eyes were hazy “smoky”, coming from the fires that were being kindled within her and the huge throbbing god’s head was already oozing love from the eye of the glans.
She licked her lips in anticipation, then cupped the bloated sac of sperm as though she were evaluating it. Her lips kissed the underside of the moist head, and Shelton quivered like a powerful stallion at bay. Then her tongue lashed out, making maddening circles around the entire head of the cock. Her own body reacted. It trembled with a suppressed power. Sighing with pleasure, she opened her mouth wide and accepted the cock. She began to suck on it, gentle little milking motions that came from an instinctive knowledge older than time itself She thrilled to the residual taste of soap, his love secretions, and still another taste. “Could it be,” she asked herself, “the taste of my own vagina?” And feeling as though she were somehow completing a circle of life, she took his cock within the soft, wet folds of her cheeks.
Tod’s hands dropped to Sylvia’s hair and pulled her even closer to him. She had begun running her tongue along the underside of his cock, and the sensations were causing great thunderheads to build up in his belly. “Suck it,” he panted, “suck it, Sylvia.” He lifted his right leg from the floor and, without pulling away from her, placed his knee on the pillow alongside her head. A second later, he was straddling her breasts and kneeling above her face. He began jerking his loins forward at her beauty in the motion of fucking.
Sylvia cupped his buttocks in the palms of her hands. She liked him in this position, it gave her a masochistic pleasure to know that she was almost incapable of moving her head in any direction now except up and down on that vibrant wonderful penis. She slavered up and down, instinct telling her to use her tongue and teeth against the head.
Shelton slowly moved his pelvis back and forth so that her lips, like the voracious lips of a hot, hairless vagina… slid along the trunk. God, he thought in wonderment, nothing has ever felt this good before! She obviously was inexperienced in this type of thing, but the heat of her mouth and the way she used her tongue was absolutely fantastic. He’d had blow jobs before from a woman; his first wife had been a master at it, and with her he hadn’t cared enough to want to know where she had learned the art or who had taught her. With his wife, the act had been a grotesque parody of sexual intercourse. With Sylvia, though, it was something else, something of a greater dimension. He knew he was going to cum soon, already his boiling cauldron of semen was beginning to seek avenues of escape. He put both hands on his hips and straightened his shoulders so he could look straight down at her as he sawed in and out of her mouth. Her pink lips contrasted with the blood infused shaft which pumped into her. Her mouth was so tight around the cock that the flesh of her lips were pulled out like the hot opening of a volcanic crater each time he made a withdrawal.
Sylvia, lost in a frenzy of delight, was only vaguely aware of his saying; “Better stop, or I’m going to cum.” She merely sucked harder. She wanted to taste his sperm; she wanted the boiling eruption in her mouth. Yet…? What would he think about her? Reluctantly, she unfastened her lips from around his desire-throbbing cock. When she looked up at him, Tod seemed twenty feet tall… staring down at her as though his head were somewhere near the ceiling. He was breathing rapidly, and she could see his stomach muscles quivering as he fought for control. She swallowed and forced herself to say, “Do you want to cum in my mouth?”
Tod fought a battle within himself Yes, he wanted to cum in that wonderful mouth, but… at the same time… he wanted to fuck her. Maybe, if she were willing later tonight, they’d get around to other ways. Right now, though, there was one thing he wanted more than any other.
“I want to fuck you,” he said firmly. “Fuck you between the legs!”
“Oh, my darling. Yes! Then do it now.” Sylvia was amazed that the term of endearment coming from her lips. She abruptly realized there was an unfulfilled feeling down in her pulsating vagina; that feeling rapidly swept away all other desire. She wanted him inside her; she wanted him to be a part of her, to be a part of him. Joined in fucking. “Now… do it now. Fuck me, Tod.” she repeated, and opened her legs wide to receive him.