For a split second as she entered the suite, Sylvia felt a deep sense of disappointment because Shelton wasn’t there to greet her. Then she heard him singing off-key in the shower. The edges of her mouth turned up in a small impish smile of delight, and the first zephyrs of anticipation were already blowing through her belly when she tipped the admiring bellboy five dollars.
God, she thought, I’m acting like nothing but a bitch in heat. She wanted Shelton, she wanted him now, right now! There was a vast loneliness aching down there between her legs. There really was only one question to be answered: should she play hard to get and act coy, or take the initiative?
She strode across the room and gazed out the window toward the harbor where half a hundred boats rode at anchor. They bobbed gently up and down; the motion was a completely sexual one, and the masts looked like thin eager penises jamming the womb of the sky.
And now her hands had begun to shake and her knees felt rubbery; the moment for action or non-action had arrived. She could still turn back. Her face dimpled in sudden decision, and then she was almost frantically removing shoes, yanking down panty hose, stepping out of her expensive, blue Italian knit skirt, and taking off blouse and bra. She wanted to be naked before he finished his shower.
She stood in the center of the room, waiting for him. Her breasts had darkened, and her nipples had grown erect by themselves. She groaned as she ran a hand feverishly down over her pubic hair; the current shot through her. She flaunted her pelvis a couple of times and whimpered deep in her throat… like a bitch in heat, she thought again.
When Shelton still did not put in an appearance, Sylvia bit her lower lip indecisively and then tiptoed rapidly toward the bathroom. She opened the door. The steam hit her with a warm moistness. Through the fog, she could see his muscular body outlined in the glass door of the large shower stall. He continued to sing.
Her eyes were flashing mischievously as she slowly reached out for the door handle. Then, quickly, she opened it and stepped inside. She couldn’t have asked for a better setup, she thought; there was the detective, his hair all lathered up, his eyes closed… and not the least bit aware that someone had stepped into the shower stall with him. She choked back a giggle as she watched him… watched the white soapy suds running down his backbone to disappear into the crevice between his strong buttocks. Slowly, with a prankish grin on her face, she reached out for his penis.
Shelton’s first awareness that someone was in the shower with him came with the soft touch of a hand sliding down his abdomen to fasten gently on his cock. “What in hell,” he shouted, and jumped in sudden alarm, almost slipping. His eyes opened, a mistake!… for the soap blinded him again almost immediately. He saw enough, though.
There, as if a dream had suddenly materialized, was the nude golden body of the Akron woman, her harvest moon breasts already wet, and a stream of water running down her belly into her silken pubic hair. She was laughing at his reaction.
The surprised yelp came out of him, “Sylvia?”
“Who else did you expect? Sophia Loren? After all, I am supposed to be your wife.”
He gasped, then choked as soapy water ran into his mouth, for Sylvia had begun to slowly move her hand back and forth on his prick. A low groan of desire came squawking out of his larynx, and her delighted laughter hit his ears.
Sylvia stepped up even closer to him and, still stroking his cock with her right hand, put her left arm around his waist. She knew she was getting her hair soaked. Too bad, she thought uncaringly; her hairdresser had worked almost an hour on it this morning because Sylvia wanted to look especially nice. Under the machinations of her fingers, she could feel life surging into the prick; it was a terribly sensual feeling as the soapy water caused her hand to slip almost without friction from head to base of the huge rod. She felt lewd excitement expanding in her loins as the thing in her hand grew in size. Now it was elongated, sticking out in front of him as though it were the long, white-skinned neck of a turkey.
“Hurry up and get the soap out of your hair and eyes,” she said, beginning to feel impatient again and jerking his cock a couple of times in emphasis.
Hansen, who had been standing there with his eyes closed, let the sensations flow over his body. He could feel the warm water flowing over his head, could feel Sylvia’s breasts and nipples pressing against his chest… but the best thing of all was that excruciatingly wonderful movement of her hand stroking his hardening prick.
Quickly he rinsed his hair and washed the soap from his blinded eyes. Then he looked at her. Even barefoot, she was still about two inches taller than he. Her eyes were gazing unfathomably at him, almost as if they were daring him. Her moist lips… parted in amusement and possibly hunger… were only inches from his. He reached out, planted his sinewy hands on her flaring hips, and gruffly pulled her to him. The new position made it difficult for her pliant fingers to stroke his prick, so she contented herself with holding it tightly in her fist clenching and unclenching her hand in time to the beat of his pulse down there. It was a maddening tempo, one that she found echoed in her own belly.
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.
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.
Tod put his hands beneath her knees and pushed them back until they were against the pillow. Her tight defenseless pussy was revealed beneath him; the outer lips a darker than normal color from her intense excitement, the inner lips pumping out a viscous lubricant, and the large red clitoris engorged with blood and ready.
Tod put the head of his throbbing prick against the hot moistened lips of her vulva. He pushed forward, and the head parted the still wet curls of pubic hair and slipped easily down through the two sets of sensitive cuntal lips.
“OOOOhhhh,” she crooned, and her eyelids flickered in rapture.
“You like that?” he asked, not really needing assurance, but wanting to hear her say it.
“Oh, God!… yes, it’s beautiful.”
Tod pushed in a bit further; he knew he had to take this in easy stages for the position was one which would permit him to go at least two inches deeper into her. Too rapid an entry would result in pain or injury. When he had gotten about three inches inside her, he began slow withdrawal movements coupled with tiny, controlled jerking of his prick. He felt a responding twitch from her vaginal walls.
“Ahhhh…” she panted, and tried to rock back and forth on the hardness hanging down between her legs.
Sylvia could feel his scrotum tingling against her naked, uplifted buttocks and she reached down and around to fondle his balls with fevered joyousness. Tod had begun moving in and out and she was sure she had taken all he had, not realizing that he was less than five inches into her. She could feel the head of his maledom pressing against the cervix, knocking at the door to her womb. The shaft, like hot hard iron and soft feathers rubbed the inside of her vagina.
“Oooooohhhhh,” she wailed, for now he was going even deeper. “You’re hurting…” she began, but then she felt his pubic hair tickling against the backs of her thighs and knew that he was in as far as he could go. Joyously, she realized she had taken all of him; they were a perfect fit. Now his movements became masterful, she could feel him in complete command of the situation, and so she lay there, grinding her full rounded buttocks around in tiny teasing circles, as he pounded in and out of her body.
Her entire belly was afire as her mind screamed out its insane delight. Nothing had ever been so wonderful, so wild, so free. She knew she had become a woman. She was really being fucked and she was responding as a woman… a hot, tempestuous woman, full of fire for the man she loved. And it was tribute to Shelton’s fucking ability that she didn’t even wonder about her use of the alien phrase, “the man she loved”.
Tod was aware that she was approaching another explosive orgasm. Her body was fighting him down there; it was as if he had hooked into a mighty game fish that was attempting to dislodge the hook. Her pelvis jerked and revolved madly, but there wasn’t much she could do because of the position. It was then Tod decided to hold back his own climax and see just how much he could do for her.
He clamped down on his sphincter muscles and began pounding into her with a demonic fury, screwing his cock even harder and deeper into her cunt until it seemed her battered cervix would be dislodged. Her hot passageways screamed for more, and the interior muscles of her vagina clasped his shaft like the hungry tentacles of a starving octopus. Her asshole clenched and unclenched as it seemingly sought to bite and capture his balls as they slapped down in a ceaseless drumbeat of lust against her upturned buttocks.
Sylvia tossed her head from side to side, her mouth open laxly, and her eyes focused in disbelief at her own knees rocking above her head. “Ohhh… ohhhh… “she said, with each shove of his cock into her. It was a chant, a liturgy of love, a song whose tempo speeded up as she felt her body taking over. “Ohhh… oohhhh… ohhhhh… Ahhhh?”
Suddenly Sylvia punched her pelvis up with almost superhuman strength, and her legs splayed out until it seemed as if she were splitting herself right down the middle. The scream of delight bubbled out of her mouth, “I’m cumming… Ohhh… AHHIHIFIITT… Aaaaaiiieeee… I’m cummmmmmm… ing, darling!” She groveled beneath him, and her fingernails dug long bloody furrows down his back. Then she fell lifeless against the mattress.
Tod slowed his pace to the point where he merely bobbed in and out of her like the soft surgings of the tide. He knew he could bring her on again by continuing this gentle movement, and so he bided his time. A slow movement in, gentle partial withdrawal, slow in, pull out… slow in… pull out.
From somewhere way out beyond the furthermost planet of her emotional solar system, Sylvia’s errant mind began returning to her body. The wild storm that had arced through the heavens of her nerves had moved on; now there was only the voluptuous, almost hypnotic, movement in and out of her cunt. Tod was aware of the returning sensations in her body. Knowing she would soon be cramped by her present position, he released her captive legs and pulled them down alongside his hips. She almost immediately lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his thighs. Her knees pressed in tightly against and partially around his buttocks.
She was groaning… not a sound of pain, but of guttural wonderment… and the sound spewed from her throat. Sylvia couldn’t believe what was happening to her; she had reached some beautifully high, wind-swept plateau… a land of pure sensation! She was cumming again! She reached up for his head and pulled his face down to her. She passionately kissed him, grinding her tongue into his mouth… and the she whispered, “I’m… cumming.”
This time her climax was different… just as powerful and strong, but more controlled. She found she could manage it bring it along play it and make it peak like a musical piece. But, only seconds later, she discovered that in reality his hot living shaft was the baton that he was conducting the symphony sensation and she was only a player following directions.
“Oooooh, God, Ooooooh, God! So wonderful… so gooooood!” she sang, feeling unwanted tears welling up in her eyes. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, and pulled his hairy chest down into the soft voluptuousness of her breasts. She discovered that pulling him down against her caused his prick to ride higher against her clitoris… and a wild wantonness was on her again. “I’m cumming… again…” she whimpered, and her body thrashed beneath his.
Tod knew that in spite of all his control he was nearing the end of his efforts. His balls had begun to throb painfully, and suppressed excitement had swollen his prick until his urethral opening was large enough to take a pencil.
“I’m cumming…” she screamed, for the second time in less than twenty seconds, and her body jerked and twisted as though she were in throes of a huge, uncontrolled epileptic seizure. Her face was contorted in lust, and her mouth opened and closed ceaselessly as her nostrils flared like an untamed wildly bucking animal’s.
It was time, Tod thought, and he plunged his long white cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm caverns beneath him. He let the sensations flow up the shaft where they spread out through the scrotum and overflowed into his belly.
Sylvia’s forehead, face, and shoulders glistened with the sheen of sweat. Her breasts felt as if they were balloons being pumped full of hot scented air, and her vagina and uterus felt as if they were being stuffed with electric eels, all throwing off electric charges… and wiggling deeper, ever deeper, into her innermost femaledom. She knew instinctively that each preceding orgasm had been like a higher step on a high diving board, that she had reached the top, and now there was a swan dive to be made into the warm waters of oblivion. There was nothing that could stop her from making the dive, and she knew that Tod was suddenly fucking her like a mad man as he sought to join her dive.
“Cum with me, Tod… cum…” she pleaded. “Cum with me in me…” She wanted him to make the dive with her; she was giving herself completely to him. No man had ever had this from her before. It was a gift. A gift. “Cum… my darling… please cum.
And Tod, hearing the words, felt the dam gates slowly opening within him. He slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her ass and cupped them tightly… pulling them toward him for greater access to her open and pleading cunt. He drove into her with all his strength… wanting to give her everything he had; he could feel the smooth, hot flesh of her tight, almost unusual massaging and sucking away at his expanding, explosive cock. He fucked into her, ramming every last inch of his huge cudgel into the hot willing hole down between her legs. A cry started within her, and at first it sounded like the low moan of the Arctic winds blowing high in the heavens; the sound grew in intensity until it was the shriek of a typhoon leveling everything before it.
“AIIIIEEEEEEEE… I’m CUMMIING!” She screamed, and it was the cry of a hawk… and eagle… diving from great heights. Her smoky eyes stared, unseeing, at things beyond both of them. Her ass waved in wild abandonment from side to side, screwing her cunt up and down crazily on his white pistoning rod.
Sylvia’s wildly thrashing body triggered his own climax. He could feel the velvet explosion beginning somewhere around the spine. It spread rapidly to his balls. Tod increased the intensity of his strokes so that his scrotum swung like an iron wrecking ball against the trembling walls of her buttocks.
Then he was there; its intensity frightened him for a moment, but he let everything go. Her arms had him in a deathlike grip, but he was still able to gasp into her open mouth, “I’m cumming…”
Her words were almost incomprehensible when she panted, “Cum in me… cum… dar-leee-nng.”
Tod heard the whimpering moan from her and her knees flexing and unflexing powerfully back against his driving ass, as she sought to assist him. With a low moan of ecstasy, he exploded inside her, and the white hot lava of his love erupted deep down inside the pulsating depths of her womb.
His cock continued to spurt and throb for almost two minutes, then it gradually stilled. Deep inside her, he could feel her muscles loosening, the uterine walls deflating, the cervix returning to its normal position, and the vaginal lips twitching like the lips of a slowly dying fish. He opened his eyes and looked down at the girl; she appeared to be at least ten years younger than her real age. A soft, wondering smile was etched on her lips: she looked happy, fulfilled. He smiled gently as he watched the even rise and fall of her beautiful breasts at repose. She was asleep… so soundly asleep that she didn’t even stir when he slowly withdrew his deflated penis. It came out with a soft hissing sound and with the stopper removed, a torrent of white, expended sperm began to flow like a river out of her open cunt.
Tod pulled the bedspread over her perspiration streaked body. Then, nude, he walked toward the window overlooking the yacht club and picked up his binoculars. Sunset was coming to the basin. In the fading light he could see three people on the deck of the Jolly Rogue. Two of them he recognized as Liz and Ed Hunt. The third one was a tall brunette clad in an extremely small bikini that accentuated, rather than hid, her body. She looked very good indeed. Even as he watched, he saw Ed Hunt pat the girl’s ass in a very proprietary manner. The brunette threw back her head and laughed, then wantonly put her hand down the side front of Hunt’s bulging swim suit. Liz Hunt, standing right alongside them, seemed amused at their antics. She turned as a fourth figure obviously the brunette’s husband came on deck. Sue pointed toward the man and woman fondling each other and made a remark which caused him to double over in glee.
“Eight bells and all’s well,” Tod said softly. “Fun and games time on the old Jolly Rogue’.”
Behind him, he heard Sylvia stir on the bed. One lovely golden arm had come out from beneath the bedspread, and one delicious mound of breast flesh with its inviting little nipple was uncovered. She was still asleep and apparently dreaming now, for there was a tender smile on her face as her lips opened partially arid she whispered, “Tod… darling.”
He watched her. She had surprised hell out of him, but his biggest surprise had come with his own emotions. It was one thing to want to fuck a woman, quite another to feel a need to protect her and to want to share things with her.
When he turned his attention back to the Jolly Rogue, Liz Hunt… a lewd expression on her face was spread-eagled on the deck and being finger-fucked by the man. The brunette and Ed Hunt had disappeared below decks. The only evidence that they had ever been on deck was a scanty blue handkerchief lying next to the galley door… the bottom part of the girl’s bikini.