A Young Hot Wife's Revenge

CHAPTER ONE-2

Now that he was out of the room, she tried to force her mind into some semblance of order. She felt that all of the photographs probably could be taken in about two or three minutes. They would be posed. The detective obviously would want to try to have real s****l intercourse with her but she would permit him to put his p***s inside her only long enough for the photograph to be taken. She wouldn't permit him to make any movements, nothing! Just the photograph. As for the other two or three things she was forcing herself to do, well... she'd do them and permit them to be done to her, but she knew she would be fighting regurgitation all the way. And she'd gargle and douche thoroughly afterwards!

Abruptly Sylvia realized the water had been turned off and she was now hearing the muted whine of an electric razor. Then it, too, fell silent. She sat, apprehensive, on the edge of the huge king-sized bed waiting for him to make an appearance. Her usually orderly mind was beginning to churn. Once again she began to doubt the wisdom of what she was about to do. Was it really wise or logical to debase herself just to publicly embarrass her husband? Wasn't that stupid? The door opened and the detective entered. It was obviously her imagination, but somehow he looked different. She noted for the first time that he was extremely muscular through the shoulders and arms. He was stocky; his bull-neck and legs looked as if they belonged on a football fullback. He appeared much cleaner... more acceptable as a male, she thought. The only thing that hadn't changed was that mammoth cyclopean p***s that bobbed and throbbed with each beat of his pulse.

He stood in the middle of the room, feet spread apart, and hands on hips. "Well?" he asked.

She took one deep shuddering breath and then stood. "Let's get over with this as fast as possible," she said. "Which picture do you want to take first?"

"I've focused on the end of the bed." He motioned where she was to be. Sylvia moved next to the camera. She was suddenly very aware of the odor of after-shave lotion; it was her husband's yet it seemed to have more vigor... seemed more feral... than when Bruce used it. Unaccountably, her knees were beginning to feel rubbery.

Shelton made an adjustment on the camera then unfastened the remote cable from the leg of the tripod. He turned to her. "Sit here on the edge of the bed."

"You want me to sit?" Sylvia repeated idiotically.

He smiled; she noticed his lips... they looked strong, too. "Yes, sit. Because if you want to have a photograph taken of someone eating your p***y, it has to be that way."

Sylvia recoiled at his crude obscenity. "Watch your language, Mister Shelton. You aren't with a street w***e now."

"I beg your pardon," he said sarcastically, and put one strong hand on her shoulder and pushed her naked buttocks down to the bedspread.

Sylvia tried to regain command of the situation. She watched as he took the long wire cable from the camera and put it at the foot of the bed. Then, without warning, he knelt down between her ankles. She was incapable of movement, feeling almost like a hypnotized bird watching the snake approach. Only then did her mind begin shouting storm warnings at her, but she ignored them and forced herself to continue.

Shelton's lascivious eyes feasted on the soft golden triangle of pubic hair. Almost reverently, he put his strong capable hands on her knees and forced them apart. He kissed her inner thigh, and felt the woman shudder.

"Just take the photographs," Sylvia said, feeling the skin tingling where his hot lips had touched.

"This has to be done properly, or it won't look real," he said.

"Oh, very well," Sylvia answered impatiently, "but do let's get it over with."

"Yes, ma'am." Shelton replied, suppressing a smile.

"When will you take the picture?"

"I'm taking them as I go along; I've already taken one."

Sylvia felt his hot lips on her other thigh, together with the quivering heat of his tongue tracing a wicked galvanism against her naked skin. He spread her legs even further apart and raised her knees a bit by placing her feet on top of his thighs. Through her toes, she could feel his rock hard p***s and the bristly hairs of his pelvis. She tried to remove her foot, but he merely grasped her ankle and moved it up until the toes were actually resting on the pulsating flesh of his p***s itself .

"Leave it there," he ordered. "This has to look right, otherwise you're wasting your time."

Sylvia closed her eyes in disgust, only to snap them open a second later when his finger tentatively touched her vulva; she jumped as though she had been touched with an electric cattle prod.

Shelton slithered forward, down toward the wide beautiful lips of her cunt. He used his thumbs to peel them back and saw the inviting red cavern of soft, sensitive flesh open to him. God, never in his wildest imaginations had there ever been anything quite as luscious as that sight before him. It was a temple... homage must be paid to it and its unknown gods.

Sylvia was aware of his sudden indrawn breath which sounded almost as if it were an exclamation. She wished he would hurry up and get the horribly repugnant act over with. She could feel his hands gently massaging her inner thighs as he spread her legs wider to a point where she was almost incapable of resisting, should she decide suddenly to change her mind. Then a jolt shot through her as his thumbs pressed against the vulva and gently parted the tingling hair-lined lips. He slithered forward once again, his head abruptly bowed, and his hot hungry mouth had fastened on her gently pulsating c******s.

"Ahhhhh... no!" she said loudly, knowing now the danger she was subjecting herself to, and struggling to sit upright. "Don't do that... I've changed my mind!"

If he heard her, he paid no heed. His mouth now had begun a gentle sucking motion on her outer lips, sucking them in and out, in rhythm with the flickering of his tongue on her c******s.

"Stop it," she screamed. "I don't want to do this." Sylvia could feel every horrible thing he was doing; his hands were massaging her buttocks and inner thighs. His lips... now hot and eager... were caressing, kissing and sucking her vulva. Sparks of unwanted delight were arching throughout the sensitive nerve ends between her open thighs. Then, without warning, his tongue... hot and quivering with a life all its own... shot like a steelhead trout into the warm cavern of her vaginal slit. Down his trembling tongue went, even deeper, until it was lodged like a small quivering p***s fully inside.

"Gaaaaahhhh. Please no." She writhed helplessly beneath him. "No you can't do it. I don't want you to anymore. Don't. It's horrible. Please... please... oh, pulllll... eeezzz."

The last was said even as her abdomen, without volition, rose eagerly to meet his voracious mouth.

Shelton grinned to himself Now he had the b***h going. She had seemed too goddamned glacierlike, such a smart ass... and now, within two minutes of scouring her cunt, she was begging for it... even if she didn't realize she was begging.

He pulled his mouth away and was delighted to hear her low moan of disappointment. He thought: I'm really going to turn her on now. And he laughed to himself, knowing she was going to be a very hot little piece before he got through with her. He decided to play her along... "I think," he said seriously, "we'd better try that shot again; I'm not sure we got the photograph." She attempted to sit upright, but his strong arms kept her pressed back against the bed... with her knees and thighs spread lewdly apart. "No," she said, trying to gain control of her runaway emotions. "Please. No more. Not even my husband has done this before. Please... "

Shelton tweaked her c******s, and she jumped as though he had stuck a needle into her buttocks. "Your husband ate the p***y of that little secretary of his... it's only fair that you should get some of it, too. Besides... remember the photographs." And so saying, he bent his head forward again, where his eyes feasted hungrily on the ripe red lips of her v****a, framed so beautifully with the soft blond pubic hair. From her engorged c******s, one droplet of her seeping vaginal juice glistened in the light; to Shelton it looked as though it were honey oozing from one inflamed petite rosebud. His voice was almost hoarse with desire when he said, "We'd better take another photograph, just to make sure we got it."

Sylvia moaned in shame... feeling her own body betraying her... as his tongue slowly and deliberately licked the soft golden curls of pubic hair aside to expose the cavern leading to her innermost femaledom. He breathed against her c******s, and even the expulsion of his hot breath sent tingles of ecstasy throughout her entire abdominal area. Her body jerked automatically as once again the quivering tongue returned to her vaginal opening. This time he was licking... like a thirsty dog lapping up sweet life-giving water... licking from c******s to anus... running the gauntlet of uncontrollable desire to horrifying shame. A groan bubbled out of her lips, and she once more made an effort to escape him... knowing now that she was within seconds of losing all control.

"Please... Oh, God... please stop... pullll-eeezzz.".

His long, hot probing tongue suddenly entered full-length into her cunt, and she screamed, "Ahhhhh... " Saliva bubbled at the corners of her laxly opened mouth, and her head tossed back and forth on the blue satin covers of the king-sized bed. She wailed in desperate longing and passion as his tongue curled around her c******s and his lips made loud sucking noises at her pulsating vulva. "Stop... "It was said weakly, the last gasp of her dying decency. She felt his head shake negatively... and the shaking motion, the feel of his scraping beard against her inner thighs, was enough to cause the flood waters of her passion to suddenly break the levees that had held them in abeyance for all her life.

Her mind was on fire with a hundred thousand different sensations and thoughts... thoughts screaming and bumping against each other as though they were maddened animals crowded in one small cage. The unwanted jolts of pleasure were taking precedence over all other feelings. It was happening to her! It couldn't be true! She was being tongue f****d and eaten... yes, eaten alive. She could feel his teeth devouring her down there... and nothing, absolutely nothing in her entire life had ever felt so delicious before.

Shelton was forced to slip his hands under her buttocks when her wildly squirming pelvis kept slipping out of his mouth. He massaged the soft, resilient cheeks of her ass as though he were kneading bread dough, then slipped one finger down the crevice between her buttocks and found the tiny quivering ring that would open her rectum. She jerked upward when the finger began making its invasion, but the upward movement of her body only drove his tongue deeper into her vaginal well. She cried out aloud, but her words were unintelligible. With one sudden almost vicious movement, Shelton's finger wormed into the tight cringing anus going in as far as the middle knuckle.

"Gaaaaagggh... ohhhhhhh," she groaned. "Stop!" His only answer was to make his tongue flicker like summer lightning across her c******s. He began moving his finger in and out of the squirming rectum.

Sylvia knew she had gone insane... there was nothing rational about what she was doing. Nothing so perverted, or so lewd as this had ever happened in her entire life. Bruce had wanted to make love to her this way in the beginning, but she had refused knowing how dirty it was. She had been horribly disappointed and a little frightened, when Bruce had suggested it a second and a third time. And the third time she had screamed at him that he should see a psychiatrist, for it was obvious he was sick to want to do something as perverted as that to her. And now, she was letting a perfect stranger do this to her body. She knew her expression must be the same as that on her husband's new secretary's face; lustful, perverse, demented!... And she didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore except that delicious tongue bringing her to what she knew was going to be unsuspected peaks of climax; his tongue was a passport to a land of wild uninhibited passion and pleasure never before entered by her body.