“Tod… Tod, darling! I’m cumming… I’m cum… minggg!”
He drew his prick out to the point where only the head was lodged inside then pushed gently but firmly in all the way. The long, long stroke drove her insane. She whined and jiggled her ass as though she were a friendly puppy wagging its tail. He did it again and again and again! Speeding up his tempo now as he felt the white hot lava of his own cum threatening an eruption in his balls.
She was panting so loudly that it was almost impossible to make sense of her words, but the meaning did reach him, “Harder, faster. Fuck harder. Fuck faster,” she groaned with her mouth open making silent screams as her body suddenly began an uncontrollable convulsing.
And then Tod was there, too. In spite of her own orgasm, Sylvia felt the first delicious torrents of hot, white cum spurt far up into the hidden depths of her rectum. She was getting an enema of love filling her almost to the bursting point! And she almost immediately careened into a wilder and deeper orgasm. She screamed as the great gush of pleasure shot through her. And had it not been for his almost superhuman strength, she would have toppled forward onto the tile floor of the shower.
Later, much later, when they had returned to bed, Sylvia had pouted like a little girl. “I’m sore there,” she said, pointing to her ravaged anus.
“Shall I kiss it to make it feel better?” Tod had asked playfully.
His only answer had been a low purr, and then she had presented him with her buttocks.
And of course, that had started all the machinery working again in both of their bodies.
Now, lying in the deserted and rumpled bed, Tod began to wonder where Sylvia was? He called her name, but there was no answer from the bathroom. Finally, curiosity got the better of lethargy, and he rolled out of bed and padded into the bathroom. A crumpled towel on the floor was evidence that she had showered and left the room… for what purposes, he couldn’t imagine.
The stinging spray of the shower began to fully awaken him, and after he had been in it for almost ten minutes, he turned the temperature knob all the way to cold. That drove the last vestiges of sleep away. He was still under the stream when he heard the outer door of the bathroom open and Sylvia’s voice yell, “Good afternoon, sleepy-head.”
“Hi,” he shouted back and then turned off the water. When he opened the glass door of the shower stall Sylvia dressed in a blue mini and very tight blue cashmere sweater… was holding an open towel for him.
She grinned at him and mimicked a Japanese bath girl’s voice, “Master, al reddly to be dlied off” She blinked her eyes several times rapidly and then giggled. “Come on,” she said, jerking her head sideways. “Don’t be bashful. I’ll be gentle with it… you! I mean.” She giggled again. “That was a Freudian slip.”
Tod docilely permitted himself to be dried. The rubbing of the towel was a terrible sensual thing, and he could feel the reverberations of an awakening, desire… especially when she carefully, oh so carefully, the beautiful bitch! dried his scrotum and penis.
As she worked, she looked up at him and grinned, “Aren’t you curious about where I’ve been? Or don’t you care? An entire army of wildly erotic Chinese gangsters could have burst into the room and sold me into white slavery while you were sleeping.
for all you know.”
Tod laughed. “Did they?”
“Yes,” she said, feigning distress. “It was all so horrible. They all had me… three times each!”
“I would have thought you’d have a ball on a deal like that. What’s so horrible?” She pouted, “There wasn’t a single one of the evil gang who… who… could match junior here.” She bent and kissed the head of his cock.
Tod growled low in his throat and attempted to cup her face in his hands.
She twisted away from him. “No. Not yet. Come on in the front room; I want to show you what I bought.”
“All right. How about tossing me my bathrobe?”
“No. Come out as you are. I have a surprise for you.”
Tod felt the corners of his mouth turning up in amusement, and he decided to play along with her little game. He padded out into the front room of their suite. There were several packages on top of the couch.
Sylvia acted like a small child at Christmas time. She excitedly opened one sack and pulled out a navy blue tie with silver pin stripes. “This is for you. Do you like it?”
Tod nodded his thanks. “Great. It makes me look as though I came from a terribly important British school.”
Sylvia came up to him and began to wrap it around his neck. Tod’s penis was stirring to life so he tried to catch her around the waist and pull her body into him. Again Sylvia twisted away and smiled teasingly at him. “No. No… no!” she said, shaking her finger in mock anger at him. She stood back, her head cocked to one side, evaluating the tie. “It looks very dignified on you.”
“Thank you. Are you talking about the tie? Or this?” He looked down at his rising prick.
Sylvia’s answer was a giggle. “Now something for me!” She bent over another sack and then stood up triumphantly brandishing an incredibly transparent pair of white silk bikini panties. Embroidered on the front of the panties or at least Tod assumed it was the front… was a green-stemmed red rose. The petals of the rose opened to full bloom over the pubic area. Sylvia looked askance at him, waiting for his reaction.
“Wild.” What the hell else was there to say, he thought, feeling a need for sex from just looking at the thing being held up in the air.
Sylvia clapped her hands in glee. “You do like them, don’t you. I can tell.” She pulled out a half bra that was so skimpy it wouldn’t cover twin postage stamps. “I bought them for the party tonight. Would you like an advanced preview?”
“That would be very, very nice,” he said, beginning to feel foolish standing in the middle of the room with a half hard-on.
Sylvia began to strip, and his hard-on almost immediately graduated with honors. It actually pained him, and Sylvia obviously knew it was hurting him. Shamelessly, she removed each item of her clothing as though she were working in a burlesque theater. A button undone, a quick peek-a-boo glimpse of the merchandise, then teasingly cover the sweets again for a moment before spinning around and tossing the item of clothing onto the couch. Her sweater went first, followed by her skirt. All this took time, for she was enjoying herself… enjoying the tease she was performing. And it was definitely a performance. To make sure he understood it was a show, she was cornballing, “a… purty girl… is like a… mello-dee.
Finally she was down to the buff. Twice Tod had impatiently started toward her, and twice he had been ordered to get back.
She stepped into the panties and tantalizingly pulled them up. The rose now had an extra dimension; it looked as though it were growing, and her mound of Venus caused it to swell with life. The bra, of course, didn’t hide a damned thing; it merely emphasized the already almost perfect upthrust of her breasts.
Tod’s words were forced out of his desire-tightened throat. “Jesus, Sylvia. You’re killing me.”
She grinned a Cheshire cat’s smile and asked, “Do you think it will be suitable for the party tonight?”,
“Baby, if those guys feel like I feel right now, you won’t have that outfit on long enough for anyone to see it.”
Sylvia bowed in acknowledgment. “Thank you, sir. That’s the nicest thing anyone had said to me so far today. Well, now. Are you ready for your other present?”
Tod nodded rapidly.
“Will you do as I say?”
“I am… your obedient slave.” It was an echo of a little game they had played earlier last evening.
She laughed delightedly, “No, I am your slave. And I am going to do as you command. But first you have to do what I tell you.”
“Fire away, baby, fire away!”
“All right, then. Go over and lie down on the bed.”
Tod grinned happily; that was more like it. That, at least, was an order he could obey without question.
“Close your eyes,” Sylvia said.
Tod did as he was instructed. He heard a paper sack rattling, and then he was aware of Sylvia’s presence next to the bed. “Your eyes closed?” she whispered.