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.