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Sylvia tried to regain command of the situation. She watched as he took the long wire cable from the camera and put it at the foot of the bed. Then, without warning, he knelt down between her ankles. She was incapable of movement, feeling almost like a hypnotized bird watching the snake approach. Only then did her mind begin shouting storm warnings at her, but she ignored them and forced herself to continue.

Shelton's lascivious eyes feasted on the soft golden triangle of pubic hair. Almost reverently, he put his strong capable hands on her knees and forced them apart. He kissed her inner thigh, and felt the woman shudder.

"Just take the photographs," Sylvia said, feeling the skin tingling where his hot lips had touched.

"This has to be done properly, or it won't look real," he said.

"Oh, very well," Sylvia answered impatiently, "but do let's get it over with."

"Yes, ma'am." Shelton replied, suppressing a smile.

"When will you take the picture?"

"I'm taking them as I go along; I've already taken one."

Sylvia felt his hot lips on her other thigh, together with the quivering heat of his tongue tracing a wicked galvanism against her naked skin. He spread her legs even further apart and raised her knees a bit by placing her feet on top of his thighs. Through her toes, she could feel his rock hard penis and the bristly hairs of his pelvis. She tried to remove her foot, but he merely grasped her ankle and moved it up until the toes were actually resting on the pulsating flesh of his penis itself .

"Leave it there," he ordered. "This has to look right, otherwise you're wasting your time."

Sylvia closed her eyes in disgust, only to snap them open a second later when his finger tentatively touched her vulva; she jumped as though she had been touched with an electric cattle prod.

Shelton slithered forward, down toward the wide beautiful lips of her cunt. He used his thumbs to peel them back and saw the inviting red cavern of soft, sensitive flesh open to him. God, never in his wildest imaginations had there ever been anything quite as luscious as that sight before him. It was a temple . . . homage must be paid to it and its unknown gods.

Sylvia was aware of his sudden indrawn breath which sounded almost as if it were an exclamation. She wished he would hurry up and get the horribly repugnant act over with. She could feel his hands gently massaging her inner thighs as he spread her legs wider to a point where she was almost incapable of resisting, should she decide suddenly to change her mind. Then a jolt shot through her as his thumbs pressed against the vulva and gently parted the tingling hair-lined lips. He slithered forward once again, his head abruptly bowed, and his hot hungry mouth had fastened on her gently pulsating clitoris.

"Ahhhhh . . . no!" she said loudly, knowing now the danger she was subjecting herself to, and struggling to sit upright. "Don't do that . . . I've changed my mind!"

If he heard her, he paid no heed. His mouth now had begun a gentle sucking motion on her outer lips, sucking them in and out, in rhythm with the flickering of his tongue on her clitoris.

"Stop it," she screamed. "I don't want to do this." Sylvia could feel every horrible thing he was doing; his hands were massaging her buttocks and inner thighs. His lips . . . now hot and eager . . . were caressing, kissing and sucking her vulva. Sparks of unwanted delight were arching throughout the sensitive nerve ends between her open thighs. Then, without warning, his tongue . . . hot and quivering with a life all its own . . . shot like a steelhead trout into the warm cavern of her vaginal slit. Down his trembling tongue went, even deeper, until it was lodged like a small quivering penis fully inside.

"Gaaaaahhhh. Please no." She writhed helplessly beneath him. "No you can't do it. I don't want you to anymore. Don't. It's horrible. Please . . . please . . . oh, pulllll . . . eeezzz."

The last was said even as her abdomen, without volition, rose eagerly to meet his voracious mouth.

Shelton grinned to himself Now he had the bitch going. She had seemed too goddamned glacierlike, such a smart ass . . . and now, within two minutes of scouring her cunt, she was begging for it . . . even if she didn't realize she was begging.

He pulled his mouth away and was delighted to hear her low moan of disappointment. He thought: I'm really going to turn her on now. And he laughed to himself, knowing she was going to be a very hot little piece before he got through with her. He decided to play her along . . . "I think," he said seriously, "we'd better try that shot again; I'm not sure we got the photograph." She attempted to sit upright, but his strong arms kept her pressed back against the bed . . . with her knees and thighs spread lewdly apart. "No," she said, trying to gain control of her runaway emotions. "Please. No more. Not even my husband has done this before. Please . . ."

Shelton tweaked her clitoris, and she jumped as though he had stuck a needle into her buttocks. "Your husband ate the pussy of that little secretary of his . . . it's only fair that you should get some of it, too. Besides . . . remember the photographs." And so saying, he bent his head forward again, where his eyes feasted hungrily on the ripe red lips of her vagina, framed so beautifully with the soft blond pubic hair. From her engorged clitoris, one droplet of her seeping vaginal juice glistened in the light; to Shelton it looked as though it were honey oozing from one inflamed petite rosebud. His voice was almost hoarse with desire when he said, "We'd better take another photograph, just to make sure we got it."

Sylvia moaned in shame . . . feeling her own body betraying her . . . as his tongue slowly and deliberately licked the soft golden curls of pubic hair aside to expose the cavern leading to her innermost femaledom. He breathed against her clitoris, and even the expulsion of his hot breath sent tingles of ecstasy throughout her entire abdominal area. Her body jerked automatically as once again the quivering tongue returned to her vaginal opening. This time he was licking . . . like a thirsty dog lapping up sweet life-giving water . . . licking from clitoris to anus . . . running the gauntlet of uncontrollable desire to horrifying shame. A groan bubbled out of her lips, and she once more made an effort to escape him . . . knowing now that she was within seconds of losing all control.

"Please . . . Oh, God . . . please stop . . . pullll-eeezzz.".

His long, hot probing tongue suddenly entered full-length into her cunt, and she screamed, "Ahhhhh . . ." Saliva bubbled at the corners of her laxly opened mouth, and her head tossed back and forth on the blue satin covers of the king-sized bed. She wailed in desperate longing and passion as his tongue curled around her clitoris and his lips made loud sucking noises at her pulsating vulva. "Stop . . . "It was said weakly, the last gasp of her dying decency. She felt his head shake negatively . . . and the shaking motion, the feel of his scraping beard against her inner thighs, was enough to cause the flood waters of her passion to suddenly break the levees that had held them in abeyance for all her life.

Her mind was on fire with a hundred thousand different sensations and thoughts . . . thoughts screaming and bumping against each other as though they were maddened animals crowded in one small cage. The unwanted jolts of pleasure were taking precedence over all other feelings. It was happening to her! It couldn't be true! She was being tongue fucked and eaten . . . yes, eaten alive. She could feel his teeth devouring her down there . . . and nothing, absolutely nothing in her entire life had ever felt so delicious before.

Shelton was forced to slip his hands under her buttocks when her wildly squirming pelvis kept slipping out of his mouth. He massaged the soft, resilient cheeks of her ass as though he were kneading bread dough, then slipped one finger down the crevice between her buttocks and found the tiny quivering ring that would open her rectum. She jerked upward when the finger began making its invasion, but the upward movement of her body only drove his tongue deeper into her vaginal well. She cried out aloud, but her words were unintelligible. With one sudden almost vicious movement, Shelton's finger wormed into the tight cringing anus going in as far as the middle knuckle.

"Gaaaaagggh . . . ohhhhhhh," she groaned. "Stop!" His only answer was to make his tongue flicker like summer lightning across her clitoris. He began moving his finger in and out of the squirming rectum.

Sylvia knew she had gone insane . . . there was nothing rational about what she was doing. Nothing so perverted, or so lewd as this had ever happened in her entire life. Bruce had wanted to make love to her this way in the beginning, but she had refused knowing how dirty it was. She had been horribly disappointed and a little frightened, when Bruce had suggested it a second and a third time. And the third time she had screamed at him that he should see a psychiatrist, for it was obvious he was sick to want to do something as perverted as that to her. And now, she was letting a perfect stranger do this to her body. She knew her expression must be the same as that on her husband's new secretary's face; lustful, perverse, demented! . . . And she didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore except that delicious tongue bringing her to what she knew was going to be unsuspected peaks of climax; his tongue was a passport to a land of wild uninhibited passion and pleasure never before entered by her body.

She was only vaguely aware when Shelton, without removing his mouth, drew her legs up and around his neck. Sylvia's buttocks spasmed beneath his touch, and she cried out deliriously when a second finger joined the first in her rectum. When they were pulled out, she groaned in disappointment until, abruptly, she felt his tongue leave her vagina and seek out the now slightly stretched little cavern. She actually screamed in rapture as his tongue flickered sensuously against the anal lips and then pushed its way in. The hedonistic pleasure was like a runaway forest fire; she could feel it roaring up the canyons until suddenly, without warning, it crowned in one raging inferno of lust.

"Don't . . . do . . . that . . ." she cried, giving lie to her words by spreading her legs further apart and lifting her loins so he could get in deeper. The sound of her own voice brought tears to her eyes, for she realized that this was total degradation. For the first time in her life she had lost control of her traitorous body. Oh, God, she'd have orgasms sometimes . . . from her husband, but even they had been controlled. Nothing though . . . nothing ever . . . like this wildly plunging tongue that aroused her to the point of complete subservience. And finally, she fell back no longer fighting anything he did to her . . . made completely helpless by her own lust-incited body.

Shelton changed tactics as he suddenly felt the fight go out of her. He began licking again . . . knowing, even if she didn't . . . that her clutching and clenching pussy was getting close to a gigantic orgasm. He licked on and on . . . moving from clitoris to anus . . . deliberately touching at every spot where he knew there was a nerve ending.

Sylvia lay there feeling pleasure wash over her like a warm roaring tide, and her woman's body began crying out for fulfillment. She wondered if it were possible to reach a climax this way, she presumed so, for reportedly this was the way lesbians brought pleasure to each other at times. She was barely conscious of her wildly squirming hips that swiveled as though on ball bearings, grinding her hungrily clasping vagina harder and harder up into his eager face.

And then she felt it. She knew it was coming . . . that the gate to the wild, untamed land so long denied her were swinging open. She had no idea what it would be like in that other country; she merely waited as the sight unfolded. Now, with Shelton's fevered mouth clamped on her tingling clitoris, she began experiencing the first flush of the overpowering climax. Her vaginal walls began automatically squeezing, her cervix dipped and rose in time to music only it could hear, her clitoris shorted out in a blaze of her fiery sparks, and her rectum clenched and unclenched so rapidly that it could have sucked up water like a vacuum. Loud mewls of pleasure broke out of her taut lips, and her breasts reddened, mottled, then turned almost magenta as the straining blood pumped into them. Her abdomen whipped back and forth like an insane pile driver, and her hands reached down viciously to shove his face, nose, tongue, teeth, eyebrows, head and all . . . deep inside her voraciously churning loins.

She was there! She was there! "Ahhhhh? Aaahhhhhhh . Ohhhhh . . . Aiiiiieeeeeeeee, I'm cumming . . . I'm cummm . . . eeee iiinnng!" And then she was jerking helplessly against his face, her body pumping up and down in wild and uncontrolled abandon as the cataclysmic orgasm ripped like a powerful earthquake through her entire being. She was only vaguely aware of his hands groping and reaching and teasing her breasts and clitoris and rectum while his tongue continued its machinations at the desperately throbbing entrance to her very soul.

Half an eternity later, with the orgasm fading away like a reluctant sunset, Sylvia became aware that the loud rasping noise she was hearing was actually her own breath whistling and hissing through her constricted throat. Through heavy lidded eyes, she looked up at the man who had brought her to his point. Her heart was pounding so heavily that she felt surely the bed must be quaking. Sylvia stared at him and his figure became dimmed and misty; she was weeping and she didn't know why . . . didn't know whether it was from the overpowering shame she felt . . . or from the equally overpowering, but beautiful aftermath of passion.

His face had a strange expression on it . . . almost expectant. as though he were a conductor who had just completed the overture to a symphony and checks the orchestra before beginning the first movement. Her eyes trailed from his face down to his powerful hairy chest and flat muscular stomach to finally come to rest on the mammoth penis that throbbed and beat with a life of its own. Shelton glanced at her, and seeing that she was watching him, he slowly pulled back the foreskin so that the one cyclopean eye of the hardened instrument could peer out at her. He stroked it teasingly and she saw it grow even larger. Sylvia knew she should say something now . . . put an end to this before it became even more shameful. Yet, even as the thought went through her mind, she could feel a strange wanton desire begin building up in her loins. The sight of that beautiful male organ was doing something to her. She blushed as she realized she actually wanted to kiss it, to enclose its throbbing head within her lips.