His laugh rumbled out, “I’d love to have you do just that. But don’t you think it’s time to dispense with the formalities. My friends call me Tod.”

Sylvia suddenly giggled. It was funny. But then she stopped giggling when the “sword” dipped toward her lips. She reached up and caressed it, feeling every powerful ridge beneath the taut skin. Her eyes feasted hungrily upon it; she was beginning to understand many things. This, she thought, was the real staff of life. Her eyes were hazy “smoky”, coming from the fires that were being kindled within her and the huge throbbing god’s head was already oozing love from the eye of the glans.

She licked her lips in anticipation, then cupped the bloated sac of sperm as though she were evaluating it. Her lips kissed the underside of the moist head, and Shelton quivered like a powerful stallion at bay. Then her tongue lashed out, making maddening circles around the entire head of the cock. Her own body reacted. It trembled with a suppressed power. Sighing with pleasure, she opened her mouth wide and accepted the cock. She began to suck on it, gentle little milking motions that came from an instinctive knowledge older than time itself She thrilled to the residual taste of soap, his love secretions, and still another taste. “Could it be,” she asked herself, “the taste of my own vagina?” And feeling as though she were somehow completing a circle of life, she took his cock within the soft, wet folds of her cheeks.

Tod’s hands dropped to Sylvia’s hair and pulled her even closer to him. She had begun running her tongue along the underside of his cock, and the sensations were causing great thunderheads to build up in his belly. “Suck it,” he panted, “suck it, Sylvia.” He lifted his right leg from the floor and, without pulling away from her, placed his knee on the pillow alongside her head. A second later, he was straddling her breasts and kneeling above her face. He began jerking his loins forward at her beauty in the motion of fucking.