Sylvia had felt him start to pull out and was surprised that there was no pain in the withdrawal. She felt his penis twitch and was surprised at the delight this one little motion brought her. She felt withdrawal stop and was surprised that one rebellious part of her mind was glad it wasn’t being pulled out after all. Then she felt him move in again to the deepest depths of her womb and was surprised how very pleasurable it was. She could feel every muscular ridge on the trunk of his probing male organ pressing out against the smooth velvety walls of her vagina.

Within moments, he was slowly and tantalizingly pumping in and out of her. “No… ugh… you mustn’t. Ugh… just the… photo… ugh… graphs…” she began, realizing that her pelvis was beginning to involuntarily elevate upward to meet him. God, her body was coming completely alive. She could suddenly feel everything, could feel the heat of his ears as she clasped her knees against his head, could feel her nakedly exposed rectum throbbing in what she feared was expectation, could feel her breasts crying out for attention.

Now Shelton began to rotate his hips, grinding his hardened penis deeper and deeper into her vagina. He was not the least bit surprised to find an answering rotation movement coming from her. He had known the girl was beginning to heat up… in another minute or two, she would be ready for almost anything. Patiently, he rocked above her, stroking into her with a long easy rhythm.

And then, in spite of her initial revulsion at being made love to by a stranger, Sylvia’s mouth was beginning to open and close with passion. She no longer cared about the photographs, there was nothing left but that long beautiful cock sawing into her as though she were a violin and it a bow… bringing with it a wild savage music she had never heard before. Gone were all thoughts of pride, or morals, of anything except the feeling… and a music older than Adam and Eve themselves.

Bruce, her husband, had never caused her to feel this way, and even as she thought about it she wondered if perhaps it hadn’t been partially her own fault. With the rapid departure of morals and pride, all her facades and inhibitions were falling away. She strained upward, heaving her abdomen in passion, and clasped her hands against his buttocks pulling this stranger deeper and deeper into her screaming body.