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.
Shelton moaned as he felt his own unbearable climax beginning deep within him. No amount of flexing ass muscles would keep this one away, he thought, and abruptly gave himself in to the exquisite sensations. He hammered in and out as though he were a runaway pile driver, and then he felt the scalding heat as her vaginal walls began to seep the elixir that was the precursor to her climax. Beneath him, the woman’s eyes suddenly widened in disbelief and her breath caught in her throat. “I’m cumming,” she shouted, “I’m cumming… Oh, God… I’m… I’m cumming… Yes… Yes? Now… NOW… Aiiiiiieeeeeeeee.” Her body twisted beneath him and then she was thrashing around, convulsing crazily with her mouth and cunt both sucking at him, while her vagina squirted its own white hot lava around the impaling shaft.
Shelton fucked her as if she would be the last fuck ever! He pounded into her, pinning the thrashing body to the mattress, his breath coming in short hot gasps. The bitch continued to cum… she wouldn’t stop. Her orgasm had been going on for at least a minute and still she thrashed and screamed. He dug deeper into the quivering slit between her widespread legs, stretching it even wider. Then he was cumming! He felt the tortured pressure within his scrotum suddenly blow up and, like waters from a collapsing dam, his seminal juices and cum roared down the subterranean tunnel of his cock to explode like a ball of fire deep up into the estuaries of her wildly heaving belly. He fell forward against her breasts with an incredible feeling of delight and sensuality sweeping over him in a seismic wave of all consuming pleasure.
Sylvia felt the boiling white sperm pumping into her, and she worked vaginal muscles she had never known existed before to milk his penis in a desperate effort to consume every bit of every spurt. Her own orgasms were fading now, but her belly muscles still rippled and jumped from the unaccustomed delight and exertion.