“Oh, you’re hurting me,” she groaned. “Hurry up and take the photograph.”

“I’m not in all the way yet.”

“Then hurry up,” she commanded, closing her eyes in mortification and pain.

“As you say, ma’am.” Shelton grinned savagely, then he grunted and with one smooth stroke shoved it all the way in.

“Agggggggagggh,” she screamed, and the sound of her agony caused birds outside the house to fly away in terror. She was being split apart… torn asunder like a recalcitrant slave put between two draft horses. Her fingernails dug against his hirsute chest and her legs splayed out wide in an effort to alleviate the horrible pain. But it was to no avail. Down, down, down the white inexorable drill moved into her defensively contracting belly. “No… stop! You’re killing meeeeeeee…” And then Sylvia felt his penis slam against her cervix and his testicles slap hard against her defenseless, upturned rectum. He was all the way into her; deeper by at least three inches than anyone had ever been into her before. Her body was a sheet of red agonizing flame… a flame that surged and swept upward like a fire storm with each pulsating beat of her vagina. Her breath was coming so hoarsely that she actually had to force words from her pain contorted lips. “Don’t move it. Please.” And then the tears began flowing… tears of pain, and shame.

Shelton knew he had let his emotions get the better of him. That one savage plunge into her helpless body was something he had not planned to do. He had wanted to take it easy… by stages… and bring her to a mewling chant of desire where she would beg.

Beg… beg! He feared he had injured her; he knew he had hurt her. She was tight… so terribly tight for a woman her size. Once, a few years ago, he had had sexual intercourse with an eighteen year old virgin daughter of a client.