Tod found his thoughts in complete disarray, but that did not stop him from shoving his tongue into her open mouth. Her tongue met his, and teased and cajoled it until he was pushing it in and out of her mouth as though it were a little red throbbing cock. They dueled this way for almost a minute, the water streaming down both of their faces.
Sylvia was the first to break contact; when she pulled away her breath was coming in short, puppy dog-like pants. She looked at her hand gripping his monstrous maledom, and then pushed down on it so the head of the penis was touching the upper entrance to her vaginal slit. He moved forward just a tiny bit, and she felt the head slid against her dampened pubic hair and soap-lubricated clitoris. She groaned as a shower of heated sparks shot through the region of naked genitals.
“Life is just full of surprises,” Tod said, French-kissing her again. He hadn’t been sure the girl would really consent to sexual intercourse with him. How wrong can one guy be, he thought. Christ, she’s practically raping me, but I’ll go along peacefully.
Shelton felt the wild elation growing in him as Sylvia began sliding the hair-covered softness of her vagina along the top of his cock. She was tall enough that he could take her this way without undue strain on his leg muscles. She was obviously ready; he could put it in right now if he wanted. Her eyes were closed as her breath rasped out hoarsely. She did something with her pelvis and inner thighs which caused the cuntal lips to lock like a hot fleshy vise over the cock; she held it that way as she began moving back and forth again. It was almost as if he were deep inside her.