“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.